In every babbling brook he finds a friend.

Well, the first time I came across the huldre, I was about eight or nine years old, and it was somewhere up on the main road between Bjerke and Mo.

[T]wo fine powdered footmen, all yellow, and green, and gold lace, comed running to open the door … one of them, giving a knowing wink to the other, all the same as if they took me for a burglar comed under fictious pretences to make observations. … Well, they gimbled at that again. Howsomever, the sight of the money kinder brought one of them to reason, so he took me into Mr. Maplestone's room at last; […]

I can tell stories and sing and sell more goods than any one has any idea of. Besides that, I’ve got a new corn salve I put up myself which goes like hot cakes. Barberry’s Lightning Salve, I call it — my name is Paul Barberry, you know — Dr. Barberry, most of ’em call me. Say the word, and I’ll go with you and put up my salve against your outfit, and we’ll share and share alike.