s nothing but pasture, not a tree, not a bush. In
the hut on one side was a narrow seat fastened to the wall in front of
which stood a table. On the other side stood a bed of hay. In the corner
was a little, round stool and on this a wooden jug.

Toni and the man stepped inside. The latter placed on the floor the big
wooden milk-pail, which he had brought up on his back, took out of it a
round loaf of bread and a huge piece of cheese, laid both on the table and
said: "Of course you have a knife," to which Tony assented.

Then the man took the wooden jug, swung the milk-pail on his back and went
out. Toni followed him. The man lifted a wooden basin out of the big pail,
seated himself on the little round stool which he had brought out of the
hut and began to milk one cow after another. If one was too far away, he
would call out: "Drive her here!" and Toni obeyed. When the basin was full
he poured it into the big pail and silently went on until all the cows had
been milked. At the last the man filled the jug with milk, handed it to
Toni, took the pail on his back, the basin in his hand and saying "Good
night!" went down the mountain.

Then Toni was all alone. He put his jug of milk in the hut and came out
again. He looked around on every side. He looked over to the big mountain,
but between that and his pasture was a wide valley so one had to descend
in order to climb up to the big one. But all around both pastures great
dark masses of mountains looked down, some rocky, gray and jagged, others
covered with snow, all reaching up to the sky, so high and mighty and with
such different peaks and horns and some with such broad backs, that it
almost seemed to Toni as if they were enormous giants, each one having his
own face and looking down at him. It was a clear evening. The mountain
opposite was shining in the golden evening light, and now a little star
came into sight above the dark mountains, and looked down to Toni in such
a friendly way that it cheered him very much.

He thought of his mother, where she was now and how she was in the habit
of standing with him at this time in front of the little cottage and
talking so pleasantly. Then suddenly there came over him such a feeling of
loneliness that he ran into the hut, threw himself down on the cot, buried
his face in the hay and sobbed softly, until the weariness of the day
overcame him and he fell asleep.

The bright morning lured him out early. The man was already out