So he took his gun and went out again, groping his way till he found the creature’s head.
“What are you?” asked Peer.
“Oh, I am the big Boyg from Etnedale,” said the Troll-Monster. Peer did not lose a moment, but fired three shots right into its head.
“Fire another,” said the Boyg. But Peer knew better; if he had fired another shot, the bullet would have rebounded against himself.
Thereupon Peer and his dogs took hold of the Troll-Monster and dragged him out, so that they could get into the sæter. Meanwhile there was jeering and laughing in all the hills around.
“Peer Gynt dragged hard, but the dogs dragged harder,” said a voice.
Next morning he went out stalking. When he came out on the uplands he saw a girl, who was calling some sheep up a hillside. But when he came to the place the girl was gone and the sheep too, and he saw nothing but a great flock of bears.
“Well, I never saw bears in a flock before,” thought Peer to himself. When he came nearer, they had all disappeared except one.
“Look after your pig:
Peer Gynt is out