When no more than the Last Thread was left, the Troll-hags came rushing up and made a Grab at the End

Peasant Burial

"We have an Ox so Big that, when someone is sitting on each Horn blowing a Lure, one can't hear the other!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Here I smell the Blood of a Christian Man!" roared the Troll

"Can't you just as well drink with me as with another?" said the Man

The Trolls had only one Eye among them, and they took turns using it

Some hauled on the Front Half, and some shoved on the Back, and at last they got the Mare up the Stairs and into the Chamber

From the Time he was a Small Boy, he would never do anything, but just sat raking in the Ashes

The Princesses wanted to sit and rest a bit

Drawing for Snorre Sturlason

Study for Illustrations to Snorre Sturlason's The Saga of Olav Tryggvason

On the Plain

Edvard Grieg, Composer

Autumn

En streikbryter, studie

Portrait of Hans Christian Andersen Bekkevahr

Study for Illustrations to Snorre Sturlason's The Saga of Olav Tryggvason