Then he neighed.
A good hour later, in the twilight, there was a conversation in an undertone out in the yard, and the sound of cariole wheels which moved slowly.
Great-Ola was called down to the gate by the man down yonder at the Sörgaard; he had met the cariole with the captain down in the road.
"What is it?" Ma's voice was heard to say through the darkness from the porch.
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At the entrance of the churchyard, a week later, old Svarten and young Svarten stood before an empty sleigh.
A salute before and after the lowering into the ground informed the parish that here lay Captain Peter Wennechen Jäger.