th tillage and
pasture."

It was a farm near the town, which was owned in common by several of
the Haugians.

"What we most require is some one who can take a part in the work,
and who, at the same time, knows how to meet the servants and
labourers in worship during the hours of rest," said Sivert
Jespersen.

Again a long pause. One looked at his neighbour, and he again into
the corner, where the old dyer sat, until at last many eyes were
turned in his direction.

It was not easy to see the old man as he sat blinking in the dense
tobacco smoke, but, after a while, he nodded several times, saying:
"Well, as it seems to be your wish, I will try to mention it to him."
Upon this the others, who evidently felt relieved, began to talk
eagerly about the price of salt.

CHAPTER XI

The little white house of Skipper Randulf stood on an elevation,
looking over the bay and the fjord.

The two friends, who had dined, and dined well, were now enjoying
their after-dinner nap, the host in his usual place on the sofa, the
guest in a large armchair.

The window stood open, there was a warm sun, and the town lay still
in the quiet summer afternoon. The flies buzzed in and out, and the
window curtains moved gently in the breeze.

Large drops of perspiration stood on Jacob Worse's nose, as he lay
back in his chair, with his mouth open, snoring frightfully.

Randulf snored also, but not quite so loudly. Over his eyes was
spread a yellow silk handkerchief, which his old housekeeper always
tied round his head, for without it he could not get his nap.

On the slope in front of the house, some boys, who were playing,
noticed the strange noise made by the two sleepers, and collected,
laughing and skylarking, under the window.

Suddenly Randulf's housekeeper fell upon them with a broom, and the
boys scampered away, amidst shouts and laughter. Worse half opened
his eyes for a moment, and then laid his head back again on the other
side.

All was still again, until the snoring recommenced. The sound of
oars, and the cries of sea-gulls out on the fjord, could be heard in
the distance. The housekeeper stood sentry with the broom, and the
worthy captains slept on for another half-hour.

At last, Randulf moved, lifted the handkerchief from his eyes, and
yawned.

Upon this, Worse--half awake--said, with an assumption of
superiority; "Well, you _have_ slept! I began to think you would
never wake up."

"Wake!" said Randulf,