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Out! Get out!

Karl Oskar! Karl Oskar!

Oh my God' that was dreadful.

Au !

-Are you sure it's not serious?

-I'm sure it will pass.

-But your in pain.

-It will pass.

The time has come.

-Are you sure?

-It couldn't be anything else.

-But isn't it too early?

- 1 4 days. But it's not like I decide!

-We have to get help.

-Go to Ulrika.

I asked her when we were moving.

Ulrika. . .

There you go' little Kristina.

Help me.

-Will mother die' dad?

-There is nothing to worry about' Johan.

There is nothing to worry about.

Mother will be right as rain soon.

I can see the head !

Hold her firmly' Karl Oskar!

Hold me!

It's a boy.

He looks like his dad between the legs.

Hand me the scissors' Karl Oskar.

He was made in Sweden.

And let's prey the lords watches over him'-

-so he won't have any permanent

damage from that.

He will be a true American.

Here' Karl Oskar.

His a big boy.

Shall we say hello to your mother?

Let's have the birthing drink' Kristina.

I baptise you Nils Oskar Danjel-

-in the name of the father' the son. . .

. . .And the holy spirit. Amen.

Let us pray.

Karl Oskar! I've shot an Indian !

-What are you talking about? You're lying.

-No!

I think he fell. He shot at me first.

If you've shot an Indian you've brought

misfortune down on all of us. Where was it?

-Below the big cliff.

-Come show me.

There!

-Was he shooting arrows at you' or what?

-Yeah' he shot several arrows at me.

He's been dead for weeks.

He didn't shoot anything at you.

It's true' Karl Oskar.

I swear it!

It must have been another Indian in another

tree. I could hear the arrows fly by.

You hearing is shot in one ear.

I know what this means.

For as long as the ground is frozen

the Indians can't bury their dead.

-But I swear!

-You are lying. Take it back!

-I'm not taking any of it back.

-So you believe your own lies now?

In the end no one will believe

you about anything.

You not in charge of me.

Your not my father.

I'm your older brother.

Well. . . that was the last of it.

From now on we make do without bread.

Couldn't we borrow a sack of flour from Danjel.

We still owe him for the bank' but I suppose

we don't have another choice.

-Soon there will be one mouth less to feed.

-What?

I'm leaving.

I'm going to look for gold in California.

-And what exactly will you do there?

-Dig for gold' of course.

-Dig for gold !

-Arvid is coming too.

You can't. I won't allow it!

In America each man is his own master.

We worked it out this autumn

We'll work on the steam boat to St.Luis'

from there on we take the highway.

You can't do it on your own.

You're only 18 years old.

You were only 14 when you moved

away from home.

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