Thore soon smiled, however; his wife, on the other hand, changed color.
"Do you know him ?" "Yes, it is not very easy to make a mistake here." Father and son again began to carry hay; but the latter took care that they were always together.

The old man on the hill slowly drew near, like a heavy western storm.

He was very tall and rather corpulent; he was lame and walked with a labored gait, leaning on a staff.

Soon he came so near that they could see him distinctly; he paused, removed his cap and wiped away the perspiration with a handkerchief.

He was quite bald far back on the head; he had a round, wrinkled face, small, glittering, blinking eyes, bushy eyebrows, and had lost none of his teeth.