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e.... "What am I working out here all alone for?" said Olof. "Why, 'tis this way...." And with the red-brown fir chips flying all around him, he told them the story. "So that's it? Well, good luck to you," answered the trees, and fell, one after another, till the earth rang and the echoes answered far through the forest. Olof felt himself aglow with an inward fire that flamed the more as he gave it way in ringing strokes of the axe. He counted it a point of honour to strip each branch off clean at a single blow, be it never so thick.... And the more he worked the happier he grew. He was trying to win back the years in which he had never held an axe. * * * * * By noon, he stood in the middle of a clearing already. "Well, how does it feel?" asked the trees, as he sat down, with his jacket slung over his shoulders, hastily eating the meal he had brought with him. "None so bad--hope for the best," he answered. Again the axe flashed, the branches shivered, and the earth rang. "Bit crooked, that one," said Olof to himself; "but I can use it all the same--do for a piece between the windows." "Well, you know best," said the trees. "But how many windows are you going to have--and how many rooms? You haven't told us that yet." "Two rooms, no more--but two big ones." And Olof told them all his plans for doors and windows and stoves, and an attic above the entrance--he had thought it all out beforehand. "Yes, yes.... But where are you going to build?" "On the little hill beside Isosuo marsh--that's where I thought." "Isosuo marsh?" cried the trees, looking in wonder first at one another and then at Olof himself. Then they smiled triumphantly. "Bravo!" they cried in chorus. "Bravo, and good luck go with your building, and prosperity roof over all! 'Tis good to see there's some that still dare begin life for themselves in the forest." "'Tis that I'm hoping to do--that and no more." "But what do folk say to it? Don't they think you're mad?" "They call me nothing as yet, for I've not told any of what I'm doing." "Just as well, perhaps," said the trees. And they fell to talking of Isosuo, of drains and ditching, the nature of the soil, and all that Olof would have to do. And the axe sang, and the chips flew, and the woods gave echo, and the talk went on. And the day came so quickly to an end that Olof started to find how it was already growing dark. "Well,
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