This sounds incongruous--yet it
may be taken for granted that those who profess to follow Christianity,
and yet make of God, a being malicious, revengeful, and of more evil
attributes than they possess themselves,--are as barbarous, as
unenlightened, as hopelessly sunken in slavish ignorance as the lowest
savage who adores his idols of mud and stone. Britta was quite
unconscious of having said anything out of the common--she was
addressing herself to Svensen.
"Where is the _bonde_ buried, Valdemar?" she asked in a low tone.
He looked at her with a strange, mysterious smile.
"Buried? Do you suppose his body could mix itself with common earth?
No!--he sailed away, Britta--away--yonder!"
And he pointed out through the window to the Fjord now, invisible in the
deep darkness.
Britta stared at him with roundly opened, frightened eyes--her face
paled.
"Sailed away? You must be dreaming! Sailed away! How could he--if he was
dead?"
Valdemar grew suddenly excited. "I tell you, he sailed away!" he
repeated in a low, hoarse whisper.
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