The Wonderful Adventures of Nils Selma Lagerlöf (i wanna iguana read aloud .txt) đ
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The boy could not keep from laughing when he saw how checked everything looked.
But when the wild geese heard him laugh, they called outâ âkind oâ reprovingly: âFertile and good land. Fertile and good land.â
The boy had already become serious. âTo think that you can laugh; you, who have met with the most terrible misfortune that can possibly happen to a human being!â thought he. And for a moment he was pretty serious; but it wasnât long before he was laughing again.
Now that he had grown somewhat accustomed to the ride and the speed, so that he could think of something besides holding himself on the ganderâs back, he began to notice how full the air was of birds flying northward. And there was a shouting and a calling from flock to flock. âSo you came over today?â shrieked some. âYes,â answered the geese. âHow do you think the springâs getting on?â
âNot a leaf on the trees and ice-cold water in the lakes,â came back the answer.
When the geese flew over a place where they saw any tame, half-naked fowl, they shouted: âWhatâs the name of this place? Whatâs the name of this place?â Then the roosters cocked their heads and answered: âIts nameâs Lillgarde this yearâ âthe same as last year.â
Most of the cottages were probably named after their ownersâ âwhich is the custom in SkĂ„ne. But instead of saying this is âPer Matssonâs,â or âOla Bossonâs,â the roosters hit upon the kind of names which, to their way of thinking, were more appropriate. Those who lived on small farms, and belonged to poor cottagers, cried: âThis place is called Grainscarce.â And those who belonged to the poorest hut-dwellers screamed: âThe name of this place is Little-to-eat, Little-to-eat, Little-to-eat.â
The big, well-cared-for farms got high-sounding names from the roostersâ âsuch as Luckymeadows, Eggberga and Moneyville.
But the roosters on the great landed estates were too high and mighty to condescend to anything like jesting. One of them crowed and called out with such gusto that it sounded as if he wanted to be heard clear up to the sun: âThis is Herr Dybeckâs estate; the same this year as last year; this year as last year.â
A little further on strutted one rooster who crowed: âThis is Swanholm, surely all the world knows that!â
The boy observed that the geese did not fly straight forward; but zigzagged hither and thither over the whole South country, just as though they were glad to be in SkÄne again and wanted to pay their respects to every separate place.
They came to one place where there were a number of big, clumsy-looking buildings with great, tall chimneys, and all around these were a lot of smaller houses. âThis is Jordberga Sugar Refinery,â cried the roosters. The boy shuddered as he sat there on the gooseâs back. He ought to have recognised this place, for it was not very far from his home.
Here he had worked the year before as a watch boy; but, to be sure, nothing was exactly like itself when one saw it like thatâ âfrom up above.
And think! Just think! Osa the goose girl and little Mats, who were his comrades last year! Indeed the boy would have been glad to know if they still were anywhere about here. Fancy what they would have said, had they suspected that he was flying over their heads!
Soon Jordberga was lost to sight, and they travelled towards Svedala and Skaber Lake and back again over Görringe Cloister and HĂ€ckeberga. The boy saw more of SkĂ„ne in this one day than he had ever seen beforeâ âin all the years that he had lived.
Whenever the wild geese happened across any tame geese, they had the best fun! They flew forward very slowly and called down: âWeâre off to the hills. Are you coming along? Are you coming along?â
But the tame geese answered: âItâs still winter in this country. Youâre out too soon. Fly back! Fly back!â
The wild geese lowered themselves that they might be heard a little better, and called: âCome along! Weâll teach you how to fly and swim.â
Then the tame geese got mad and wouldnât answer them with a single honk.
The wild geese sank themselves still lowerâ âuntil they almost touched the groundâ âthen, quick as lightning, they raised themselves, just as if theyâd been terribly frightened. âOh, oh, oh!â they exclaimed. âThose things were not geese. They were only sheep, they were only sheep.â
The ones on the ground were beside themselves with rage and shrieked: âMay you be shot, the whole lot oâ you! The whole lot oâ you!â
When the boy heard all this teasing he laughed. Then he remembered how badly things had gone with him, and he cried. But the next second, he was laughing again.
Never before had he ridden so fast; and to ride fast and recklesslyâ âthat he had always liked. And, of course, he had never dreamed that it could be as fresh and bracing as it was, up in the air; or that there rose from the earth such a fine scent of resin and soil. Nor had he ever dreamed what it could be likeâ âto ride so high above the earth. It was just like flying away from sorrow and trouble and annoyances of every kind that could be thought of.
Akka from Kebnekaise EveningThe big tame goosey-gander that had followed them up in the air, felt very proud of being permitted to travel back and forth over the South country with the wild geese, and crack jokes with the tame birds. But in spite of his keen delight, he began to tire as the afternoon
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