"Bury it, of course," answered the farm-lad.
"Don't folks sell dead animals in these parts?" asked Johannes when they were in the cart again.
"Why, who could they sell them to?" answered Lars Peter.
"The Lord preserve me, you're far behind the times. D'you know what, I've a good mind to settle down here as a cattle-dealer."
"And buy up all the still-born calves?" Lars Peter laughed.
"Not just that. But it's not a bad idea, all the same; the old butcher at home often made ten to fifteen crowns out of a calf like that."
"I thought we were going to start in earnest at home," said Lars Peter.
"We'll do that too, but we shall want money! Your trade took up all your time, so everything was left to look after itself, but cattle-dealing's another thing. A hundred crowns a day's easily earned, if you're lucky. Let me drive round once a week, and I'll promise it'll give us enough to live on. And then we've the rest of the week to work on the land."
"Sounds all right," said Lars Peter hesitatingly. "There's trader's blood in you too, I suppose?"
"You may be sure of that, I've often earned hundreds of crowns for my master at home in Knarreby."