This work, the one for which, in all likelihood, the Nobel prize for literature for 1920 was awarded the author, is based on the theme that all things spring from the soil and is marked by the simple grandeur, the terrible beauty, and the all-embracing dignity that are integral parts of that motif. "One of the very greatest novels I have ever read."--H. G. Wells
Inger packed up some food one day in her calfskin bag. "I'd thought of going across to see my people, just how they're faring."
"Ay," said Isak.
"I must have a bit of talk with them about things."
Isak did not go out at once to see her off, but waited quite a while. And when at last he shambled out, looking never the least bit anxious, never the least bit miserable and full of fear, Inger was all but vanished already through the fringe of the forest.
"Hem!" He cleared his throat, and called, "Will you be coming back maybe?" He had not meant to ask her that, but....
"Coming back? Why, what's in your mind? Of course I'll be coming back."
So he was left alone again--eyah, well ...! With his strength, and the love of work that was in him, he could not idle in and out about the hut doing nothing; he set to, clearing timber, felling straight, good sticks, and cutting them flat on two sides. He worked at this all through the day, then he milked the go