Olaf.
Oh, I should love to, but——
Hilmar.
There would be some sense in a gun; the very act of pulling the trigger braces your nerves.
Olaf.
And then I could shoot bears, Uncle. But father won’t let me.
Mrs. Bernick.
You really must not put such ideas into his head, Hilmar.
Hilmar.
Ha—there we have the rising generation nowadays! Goodness knows there’s plenty of talk about pluck and daring, but it all ends in play; no one has any real craving for the discipline that lies in looking danger manfully in the face. Don’t stand and point at me with your bow, stupid; it might go off,