The wonderful adventures of nils

rhaps he knew that they frequently became sick in that way,” intimated Bataki.
“Yes, that may be; but all the same, I must say that he was a very wily snake.”
The boy stopped talking because he saw the raven was not listening to him, but sitting with gaze averted. “Hark!” he said. “Karr is in the vicinity. Won`t he be happy when he sees that Helpless is dead!”
The boy turned his head in the direction of the sound.
“He`s talking with the wild geese,” he said.
“Oh, you may be sure that he has dragged himself down to the strand to get the latest news about Grayskin!”
Both the boy and the raven jumped to the ground, and hastened down to the shore. All the geese had come out of the lake, and stood talking with an old dog, who was so weak and decrepit that it seemed as if he might drop dead at any moment.
“There`s Karr,” said Bataki to the boy. “Let him hear first what the wild geese have to say to him; later we shall tell him that the water-snake is dead.”
Presently they heard Akka talking to Karr.
“It happened last year while we were making our usual spring trip,” remarked the leader-goose. “We started out one morning-Yksi, Kaksi, and I, and we flew over the great boundary forests between Dalecarlia and Halsingland. Under us we, saw only thick pine forests. The snow was still deep among the trees, and the creeks were mostly frozen.
“Suddenly we noticed three poachers down in the forest! They were on skis, had dogs in leash, carried knives in their belts, but had no guns.
“As there was a hard crust on the snow, they did not bother to take the winding forest paths, but skied straight ahead. Apparently they knew very well where they must go to find what they were seeking.
“We wild geese flew on, high up in the air, so that the whole forest under us was visible. When we sighted the poachers we wanted to find out where the game was, so we circled up and down, peering through the trees. Then, in a dense thicket, we saw something that looked like big, moss-covered rocks, but couldn`t be rocks, for there was no snow on them.
“We shot down, suddenly, and lit in the centre of the thicket. The three rocks moved. They were three elk-a bull and two cows-resting in the bleak forest.
“When we alighted, the elk bull rose and came toward us. He was the most superb animal we had ever seen. When he saw that it was only some poor wild geese that had awakened him, he lay down again.
“`No, old granddaddy, you mustn`t go back to sleep!` I cried. `Flee as fast as you can! There are poachers in the forest, and they are bound for this very deer fold.`
“`Thank you, goose mother!` said the elk. He seemed to be dropping to sleep while he was speaking. `But surely you must know that we elk are under the protection of the law at this time of the year. Those poachers are probably out for fox,` he yawned.
“`There are plenty of fox trails in the forest, but the poachers are not looking for them. Believe me, old granddaddy! They know that you are lying here, and are coming to attack you. They have no guns with them-only spears and knives-for they dare not fire a shot at this season.`
“The elk bull lay there calmly, but the elk cows seemed to feel uneasy.
“`It may be as the geese say,` they remarked, beginning to bestir themselves.
“`You just lie down!` said the elk bull. `There are no poachers coming here; of that you may be certain.`
“There was nothing more to be done, so we wild geese rose again into the air. But we continued to circle over the place, to see how it would turn out for the elk.
“We had hardly reached our regular flying altitude, when we saw the elk bull come out from the thicket. He sniffed the air a little, then walked straight toward the poachers. As he strode along he stepped upon dry twigs that crackled noisily. A big barren marsh lay just beyond him. Thither he went and took his stand in the middle, where there was nothing to hide him from view.
“There he stood until the poachers emerged from the woods. Then he turned and fled in the opposite direction. The poachers let loose the dogs, and they themselves skied after him at full speed.
“The elk threw back his head and loped as fast as he could. He kicked up snow until it flew like a blizzard about him. Both dogs and men were left far behind. Then the elk stopped, as if to await their approach. When they were within sight he dashed ahead again. We understood that he was purposely tempting the hunters away from the place where the cows were. We thought it brave of him to face danger himself, in order that those who were dear to him might be left in safety. None of us wanted to leave the place until we had seen how all this was to end.
“Thus the chase continued for two hours or more. We wondered that the poachers went to the trouble of pursuing the elk when they were not armed with rifles. They couldn`t have thought that they could succeed in tiring out a runner like him!
“Then we noticed that the elk no longer ran so rapidly. He stepped on the snow more carefully, and every time he lifted his feet, blood could be seen in his tracks.
“We understood why the poachers had been so persistent! They had counted on help from the snow. The elk was heavy, and with every step he sank to the bottom of the drift. The hard crust on the snow was scraping his legs. It scraped away the fur, and tore out pieces of flesh, so that he was in torture every time he put his foot down.
“The poachers and the dogs, who were so light that the ice crust could hold their weight, pursued him all the while. He ran on and on-his steps becoming more and more uncertain and faltering. He gasped for breath. Not only did he suffer intense pain, but he was also exhausted from wading through the deep snowdrifts.
“At last he lost all patience. He paused to let poachers and dogs come upon him, and was ready to fight them. As he stood there waiting, he glanced upward. When he saw us wild geese circling above him, he cried out:
“`Stay here, wild geese, until all is over! And the next time you fly over Kolmarden, look up Karr, and ask him if he doesn`t think that his friend Grayskin has met with a happy end?`”
When Akka had gone so far in her story the old dog rose and walked nearer to her.
“Grayskin led a good life,” he said. “He understands me. He knows that I`m a brave dog, and that I shall be glad to hear that he had a happy end. Now tell me how-“
He raised his tail and threw back his head, as if to give himself a bold and proud bearing-then he collapsed.
“Karr! Karr!” called a man`s voice from the forest.
The old dog rose obediently.
“My master is calling me,” he said, “and I must not tarry longer. I just saw him load his gun. Now we two are going into the forest for the last time.
“Many thanks, wild goose! I know everything that I need know to die content!”
THE WIND WITCH
IN NARKE
In bygone days there was something in Narke the like of which was not to be found elsewhere: it was a witch, named Ysatter-Kaisa.
The name Kaisa had been given her because she had a good deal to do with wind and storm-and these wind witches are always so called. The surname was added because she was supposed to have come from Ysatter swamp in Asker parish.
It seemed as though her real abode must have been at Asker; but she used also to appear at other places. Nowhere in all Narke could one be sure of not meeting her.
She was no dark, mournful witch, but gay and frolicsome; and what she loved most of all was a gale of wind. As soon as there was wind enough, off she would fly to the Narke plain for a good dance. On days when a whirlwind swept the plain, Ysatter-Kaisa had fun! She would stand right in the wind and spin round, her long hair flying up among the clouds and the long trail of her robe sweeping the ground, like a dust cloud, while the whole plain lay spread out under her, like a ballroom floor.
Of a morning Ysatter-Kaisa would sit up in some tall pine at the top of a precipice, and look across the plain. If it happened to be winter and she saw many teams on the roads she hurriedly blew up a blizzard, piling the drifts so high that people could barely get back to their homes by evening. If it chanced to be summer and good harvest weather, Ysatter-Kaisa would sit quietly until the first hayricks had been loaded, then down she would come with a couple of heavy showers, which put an end to the work for that day.
It was only too true that she seldom thought of anything else than raising mischief. The charcoal burners up in the Kil mountains hardly dared take a cat-nap, for as soon as she saw an unwatched kiln, she stole up and blew on it until it began to burn in a great flame. If the metal drivers from Laxa and Svarta were out late of an evening, Ysatter-Kaisa would veil the roads and the country round about in such dark clouds that both men and horses lost their way and drove the heavy trucks down into swamps and morasses.
If, on a summer`s day, the dean`s wife at Glanshammar had spread the tea table in the garden and along would come a gust of wind that lifted the cloth from the table and turned over cups and saucers, they knew who had raised the mischief! If the mayor of Orebro`s hat blew off, so that he had to run across the whole square after it; if the wash on the line blew away and got covered with dirt, or if the smoke poured into the cabins and seemed unable to find its way out through the chimney, it was easy enough to guess who was out making merry!
Although Ysatter-Kaisa was fond of all sorts of tantalizing games, there was nothing really bad about her. One could see that she was hardest on those who were quarrelsome, stingy, or wicked; while honest folk and poor little children she would take under her wing. Old people say of her that, once, when Asker church was burning, Ysatter-Kaisa swept through the air, lit amid fire and smoke on the church roof, and averted the disaster.
All the same the Narke folk were often rather tired of Ysatter-Kaisa, but she never tired of playing…