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Inhaltsangabe: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...a bad dream, a nightmare; for I was wrestling with him, I felt how my hate and thirst for revenge gave me strength to crush him down beneath me. And now I had him. Now he would get it. Eight in his face I would strike him,--now I would make him pay. Now I really had him beneath me, I felt how feeble and small he became, now I would make him pay. His face, his eyes, his mouth, that's where I would strike him. And I felt it as a pleasure that now it would come. Now I would make him pay. But there was something that paralyzed my arm. My fist would not clench itself for a blow. Beneath me I could now see a face, not of my enemy, tho I still took it to be his--but this was a child's face, all swollen from weeping. And it was more than this, it was my brother--one that I had lost and forgotten. It was my brother that I had struggled so hard to break down beneath me. In fact, I once lost a brother, whom death took away from me. That loss was my first great sorrow; but this was not the one. Yet this one was my brother, too. Now I knew it all at once. He had been lost to me, and I had forgotten him--now I understood A feeling of strong joy came upon me; but there also came strong remorse, for I was just on the very point of striking him. And he was not only my brother, but he was small and helpless. Besides, some one had been mean to him, for he was red with weeping, and disconsolate. And it was I who had been mean to him, because I had not known "And I came so very near striking him," I thought, and raised him up to me. Not I could stop his bitter weeping now. Maybe it was too late. Oh, that he would only stop weeping! And it must have been my fault. I wished to speak to him, tell him that I was about to strike him, that I did not know him at first, that ...
About the Author:
Waldemar Ager (1869-1941) edited a Norwegian newspaper in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, near the locale of his novel. "Sons of the Old Country" was translated by his son, Trygve M. Ager. The foreward by Odd S. Lovoll discusses Ager's place in Norwegian-American literature.
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