with his gun so big,”[[148]]
shouted a voice over in a hillock.
“Oh, it’ll be a bad business for Peer, but not for my pig; for he hasn’t washed himself to-day,” said another voice in the hill. Peer washed his hands with the water he had, and shot the bear. There was more laughter and jeering in the hill.
“You should have looked after your pig!” cried a voice.
“I didn’t remember he had a water-jug between his legs,” answered the other.
Peer skinned the bear and buried the carcass among the stones, but the head and the hide he took with him. On his way home he met a fox.
“Look at my lamb, how fat it is,” said a voice in a hill.
“Look at that gun[[149]] of Peer’s, how high it is,” said a voice in another hill, just as Peer took aim and shot the fox. He skinned the fox and took the skin with him, and when he came to the sæter he put the heads on the wall outside, with their jaws gaping. Then he lighted a fire and put a pot on to boil some soup, but the chimney smoked so terribly that he could scarcely keep his eyes open, and so he had to set wide a small window. Suddenly a Troll came and poked his nose in through the window; it was so long that it reached across the room to the fireplace.
“Here’s a proper snout for you to see,” said the Troll.
“And here’s proper soup for you to taste,” said Peer Gynt; and he poured the whole potful of soup over the Troll’s nose. The Troll ran away howling; but in all the hills around there was jeering and laughing and voices shouting—