[Strikes out with his arms and leaps in the air.
To crush, overturn, stem the rush of the foss![[47]]
To strike! Wrench the fir-tree right up by the root!
This is life! This both hardens and lifts one high!
To hell then with all of the savourless lies!
Three Sæter Girls.[[48]]
[Rush across the hillside, screaming and singing.]
Trond of the Valfjeld![[49]] Bård and Kårë!
Troll-pack! To-night would you sleep in our arms?
Peer.