The wonderful adventures of nils

harbour. Before the boy had time to wonder at the geese recklessly alighting so near a dangerous enemy, the bird flew up to them and the boy recognized Gorgo, the eagle.
Evidently Akka and Gorgo had arranged the meeting, for neither of them was taken by surprise.
“This was good of you, Gorgo,” said Akka. “I didn`t expect that you would be at the meeting place ahead of us. Have you been here long?”
“I came early in the evening,” replied Gorgo. “But I fear that the only praise I deserve is for keeping my appointment with you. I`ve not been very successful in carrying out the orders you gave me.”
“I`m sure, Gorgo, that you have done more than you care to admit,” assured Akka. “But before you relate your experiences on the trip, I shall ask Thumbietot to help me find something which is supposed to be buried on this island.”
The boy stood gazing admiringly at two beautiful shells, but when Akka spoke his name, he glanced up.
“You must have wondered, Thumbietot, why we turned out of our course to fly here to the West Sea,” said Akka.
“To be frank, I did think it strange,” answered the boy. “But I knew, of course, that you always have some good reason for whatever you do.”
“You have a good opinion of me,” returned Akka, “but I almost fear you will lose it now, for it`s very probable that we have made this journey in vain.
“Many years ago it happened that two of the other old geese and myself encountered frightful storms during a spring flight and were wind-driven to this island. When we discovered that there was only open sea before us, we feared we should be swept so far out that we should never find our way back to land, so we lay down on the waves between these bare cliffs, where the storm compelled us to remain for several days.
“We suffered terribly from hunger; once we ventured up to the cleft on this island in search of food. We couldn`t find a green blade, but we saw a number of securely tied bags half buried in the sand. We hoped to find grain in the bags and pulled and tugged at them till we tore the cloth. However, no grain poured out, but shining gold pieces. For such things we wild geese had no use, so we left them where they were. We haven`t thought of the find in all these years; but this autumn something has come up to make us wish for gold.
“We do not know that the treasure is still here, but we have travelled all this way to ask you to look into the matter.”
With a shell in either hand the boy jumped down into the cleft and began to scoop up the sand. He found no bags, but when he had made a deep hole he heard the clink of metal and saw that he had come upon a gold piece. Then he dug with his fingers and felt many coins in the sand. So he hurried back to Akka.
“The bags have rotted and fallen apart,” he exclaimed, “and the money lies scattered all through the sand.”
“That`s well!” said Akka. “Now fill in the hole and smooth it over so no one will notice the sand has been disturbed.”
The boy did as he was told, but when he came up from the cleft he was astonished to see that the wild geese were lined up, with Akka in the lead, and were marching toward him with great solemnity.
The geese paused in front of him, and all bowed their heads many times, looking so grave that he had to doff his cap and make an obeisance to them.
“The fact is,” said Akka, “we old geese have been thinking that if Thumbietot had been in the service of human beings and had done as much for them as he has for us they would not let him go without rewarding him well.”
“I haven`t helped you; it is you who have taken good care of me,” returned the boy.
“We think also,” continued Akka, “that when a human being has attended us on a whole journey he shouldn`t be allowed to leave us as poor as when he came.”
“I know that what I have learned this year with you is worth more to me than gold or lands,” said the boy.
“Since these gold coins have been lying unclaimed in the cleft all these years, I think that you ought to have them,” declared the wild goose.
“I thought you said something about needing this money yourselves,” reminded the boy.
“We do need it, so as to be able to give you such recompense as will make your mother and father think you have been working as a goose boy with worthy people.”
The boy turned half round and cast a glance toward the sea, then faced about and looked straight into Akka`s bright eyes.
“I think it strange, Mother Akka, that you turn me away from your service like this and pay me off before I have given you notice,” he said.
“As long as we wild geese remain in Sweden, I trust that you will stay with us,” said Akka. “I only wanted to show you where the treasure was while we could get to it without going too far out of our course.”
“All the same it looks as if you wished to be rid of me before I want to go,” argued Thumbietot. “After all the good times we have had together, I think you ought to let me go abroad with you.”
When the boy said this, Akka and the other wild geese stretched their long necks straight up and stood a moment, with bills half open, drinking in air.
“That is something I haven`t thought about,” said Akka, when she recovered herself. “Before you decide to come with us, we had better hear what Gorgo has to say. You may as well know that when we left Lapland the agreement between Gorgo and myself was that he should travel to your home down in Skane to try to make better terms for you with the elf.”
“That is true,” affirmed Gorgo, “but as I have already told you, luck was against me. I soon hunted up Holger Nilsson`s croft and after circling up and down over the place a couple of hours, I caught sight of the elf, skulking along between the sheds.
“Immediately I swooped down upon him and flew off with him to a meadow where we could talk together without interruption.
“I told him that I had been sent by Akka from Kebnekaise to ask if he couldn`t give Nils Holgersson easier terms.
“`I only wish I could!` he answered, `for I have heard that he has conducted himself well on the trip; but it is not in my power to do so.`
“Then I was wrathy and said that I would bore out his eyes unless he gave in.
“`You may do as you like,` he retorted, `but as to Nils Holgersson, it will turn out exactly as I have said. You can tell him from me that he would do well to return soon with his goose, for matters on the farm are in a bad shape. His father has had to forfeit a bond for his brother, whom he trusted. He has bought a horse with borrowed money, and the beast went lame the first time he drove it. Since then it has been of no earthly use to him. Tell Nils Holgersson that his parents have had to sell two of the cows and that they must give up the croft unless they receive help from somewhere.”
When the boy heard this he frowned and clenched his fists so hard that the nails dug into his flesh.
“It is cruel of the elf to make the conditions so hard for me that I can not go home and relieve my parents, but he sha`n`t turn me into a traitor to a friend! My father and mother are square and upright folk. I know they would rather forfeit my help than have me come back to them with a guilty conscience.”
THE JOURNEY TO VEMMINGHOG
Thursday, November third.
One day in the beginning of November the wild geese flew over Halland Ridge and into Skane. For several weeks they had been resting on the wide plains around Falkoping. As many other wild goose flocks also stopped there, the grown geese had had a pleasant time visiting with old friends, and there had been all kinds of games and races between the younger birds.
Nils Holgersson had not been happy over the delay in Westergotland. He had tried to keep a stout heart; but it was hard for him to reconcile himself to his fate.
“If I were only well out of Skane and in some foreign land,” he had thought, “I should know for certain that I had nothing to hope for, and would feel easier in my mind.”
Finally, one morning, the geese started out and flew toward Halland.
In the beginning the boy took very little interest in that province. He thought there was nothing new to be seen there. But when the wild geese continued the journey farther south, along the narrow coast-lands, the boy leaned over the goose`s neck and did not take his glance from the ground.
He saw the hills gradually disappear and the plain spread under him, at the same time he noticed that the coast became less rugged, while the group of islands beyond thinned and finally vanished and the broad, open sea came clear up to firm land. Here there were no more forests: here the plain was supreme. It spread all the way to the horizon. A land that lay so exposed, with field upon field, reminded the boy of Skane. He felt both happy and sad as he looked at it.
“I can`t be very far from home,” he thought.
Many times during the trip the goslings had asked the old geese:
“How does it look in foreign lands?”
“Wait, wait! You shall soon see,” the old geese had answered.
When the wild geese had passed Halland Ridge and gone a distance into Skane, Akka called out:
“Now look down! Look all around! It is like this in foreign lands.”
Just then they flew over Soder Ridge. The whole long range of hills was clad in beech woods, and beautiful, turreted castles peeped out here and there.
Among the trees grazed roe-buck, and on the forest meadow romped the hares. Hunters` horns sounded from the forests; the loud baying of dogs could be heard all the way up to the wild geese. Broad avenues wound through the trees and on these ladies and gentlemen were driving in polished carriages or riding fine horses. At the foot of the ridge lay Ring Lake with the ancient Bosjo Cloister on a narrow peninsula.
“Does it look like this in foreign lands?” asked the goslings.
“It looks exactly like this wherever there are forest-clad ridges,” replied Akka, “only one doesn`t see many of them. Wait! You shall see how it looks in general.”
Akka led the geese farther south to the great Skane plain. There it s…