“That’s easy enough to understand. Matti took another road. There’s a detour here.”
“I suppose he is not back from the city, because he was going to the city to sell two barrels of tar to pay the interest,” I ventured.
“Probably so.”
Here the road turned toward Svältbacka.[1]
“Drive up to the house,” I ordered.
The guide obeyed.
When we came near I saw that the auction was all over. There hadn’t been much to sell. One or two lean cows was all! Besides the cows there were a few half naked, hungry little children, and a worn looking woman. But a creditor hasn’t any use for creatures of this kind.
The cows were outside the yard, tied together with willow twigs. The new owner held one end of the twigs. They were just in the act of being driven away. The woman, white and trembling, stood in the midst of the hungry children. She did not weep. She had wept all she could long ago, as her eyes bore witness. I went up to her and said:
“Did your husband not get back from the city? Is that the cause of the auction?”
“How do you know that Matti went to the city?” was the reply, looking at me searchingly.
“I went part of the way with him.”
“No, he hasn’t come back. And he said he was going to hasten all he could. I’m afraid something has
- ↑ Svältbacka means Hunger Field.
