He did it himself.
"And the store-house; do you think the ladder is carried away?"
He set it aside. He paused, and looking at the school-master, said,—
"This is the way it is every single day."
As they proceeded upward they heard a merry song from the slopes.
"Why, they are singing over their work," said the school-master.
"That is little Knut Ostistuen who is singing; he is helping his father gather leaves. Over yonder my people are working; you will not find them singing."
"That is not one of the parish songs, is it?"
"No, it is not."
"Oyvind Pladsen has been much in Ostistuen; perhaps that is one of the songs he has introduced into the parish, for there is always singing where he is."