“You had been drinking, then?”
“Langt ifra (far from it); I was as ædru (sober) and clear-headed as a man could be who had taken nothing but coffee and milk for weeks.”
“And how long did this noise continue?”
“Two hours at least. Every time I cried out they stopped, and after a space began again. I examined all around very carefully, as I was not a bit afraid; but I could see no hole or anything, nothing but bare rocks. Now what could it be?” asked the old man, solemnly.
There are more things in heaven and earth, thought I, than we dream of.
“Besides,” continued Solomon, “there was another man I afterwards found fishing at another part of the water, who heard the same noise.”
“Who was that?” said the Lehnsman.
“Olsen Prestergaard,” (i.e., Olsen Parsonage, so called because he was born on the parsonage farm).
“But he is as deaf as a post,” retorted the other.