The Outlaws | Page 4

cries, and begs one to take upon one's self the
father's crime Ñ and then one can laugh at the hangman and run away
into the woods. A man may be outlawed for the sake of a fish net he
has never seen."
ÊÊ Berg beat his fist upon the stone table, in great anger. Here this
strong, beautiful boy had thrown away his whole life for another.
Neither love, nor riches, nor the respect of his fellow men could ever be
his again. The sordid care for food and clothing was all that sustained
to him in life. And this fool had let him, Berg, despise an innocent man.
He scolded sternly, but Tord was not frightened any more than a sick
child is frightened at the scolding of his anxious mother.
* * *
ÊÊ High up on one of the broad wooded hills there lay a black swampy
lake. It was square in shape, and its banks were as straight, and their
corners as sharp as if it had been the work of human hands. On three
sides steep walls of rock rose up, with hardy mountain pines clinging to
the stones, their roots as thick as a man's arm. At the surface of the lake,
where the few strips of grass had been washed away, these naked roots
twisted and coiled, rising out of the water like myriad snakes that had
tried to escape from the waves, but had been turned to stone in their
struggle. Or was it more like a mass of blackened skeletons of
long-drowned giants which the lake was trying to throw off? The arms
and legs were twisted in wild contortions, the long fingers grasped deep

into the rocks, the mighty ribs formed arches that upheld ancient trees.
But now and again these iron-hard arms, these steel fingers with which
the climbing pines supported themselves, would loosen their hold, and
then the strong north wind would hurl the tree from the ridge far out
into the swamp. There it would lie, its crown burrowing deep in the
muddy water. The fishes found good hiding places amid its twigs,
while the roots rose up over the water like the arms of some hideous
monster, giving the little lake a repulsive appearance.
ÊÊ The mountains sloped down on the fourth side of the little lake. A
tiny rivulet foamed out here; but before the stream could find its path it
twisted and turned among boulders and mounds of earth, forming a
whole colony of islands, some of which scarce offered foothold, while
others carried as many as twenty trees on their back.
ÊÊ Here, where the rocks were not high enough to shut out the sun, the
lighter foliaged trees could grow. Here were the timid, gray-green
alders, and the willows with their smooth leaves. Birches were here, as
they always are wherever there is a chance to shut out the evergreens,
and there were mountain ash and elder bushes, giving charm and
fragrance to the place.
ÊÊ At the entrance to the lake there was a forest of rushes as high as a
man's head, through which the sunlight fell as green upon the water as
it falls on the moss in the true forest. There were little clearings among
the reeds, little round ponds where the water-lilies slumbered. The tall
rushes looked down with gentle gravity upon these sensitive beauties,
who closed their white leaves and their yellow hearts so quickly in their
leather outer dress as soon as the sun withdrew his rays.
ÊÊ One sunny day the outlaws came to one of these little ponds to fish.
They waded through the reeds to two high stones, and sat there
throwing out their bait for the big green, gleaming pike that slumbered
just below the surface of the water. These men, whose life was now
passed entirely among the mountains and the woods, had come to be as
completely under the control of the powers of nature as were the plants
or the animals. When the sun shone they were open-hearted and merry,
at evening they became silent, and the night, which seemed to them so

all-powerful, robbed them of their strength. And now the green light
that fell through the reeds and drew out from the water strips of gold,
brown, and black-green, smoothed them into a sort of magic mood.
They were completely shut out from the outer world. The reeds swayed
gently in the soft wind, the rushes murmured, and the long, ribbon-like
leaves struck them lightly in the face. They sat on the gray stones in
their gray leather garments, and the shaded tones of the leather melted
into the shades of the stones. Each saw his comrade sitting opposite
him as quietly as a stone statue. And