His eyes wandered down the road, which ran along the cliff, and was bordered by the forest on the other side.

The road lay there, gray and solemn, but the forest was enlivened with varied foliage; the trees were tall and well grown.

In the little bay lay a boat with unfurled sail; it was laden with planks and awaiting a breeze.

Oyvind gazed across the water which had borne him away and home again.

There it stretched before him, calm and smooth; some sea-birds flew over it, but made no noise, for it was late.