Wednesday, March thirtieth.  
It was the first rainy day of the trip. As long as the wild geese had remained in the vicinity of Vomb Lake, they had had beautiful weather; but on the day when they set out to travel farther north, it began to rain, and for several hours the boy had to sit on the goose-back, soaking wet, and shivering with the cold.
 
In the morning when they started, it had been clear and mild. The wild geese had flown high up in the air—evenly, and without haste—with Akka at the head maintaining strict discipline, and the rest in two lines back of her. They had not taken the time to shout any to the animals on the ground; but, as it was simply impossible for them to keep silent, they sang out continually—in rhythm with the wing-strokes—their usual call: "Where are you? Here am I. Where are you? Here am I."
 
They all took part in this calling, and only stopped, now and then, to show the goosey-gander the they were travelling over. The places on this route included Linderödsosen's dry hills, Ovesholm's , Christianstad's church steeple, Bäckaskog's royal castle on the narrow between Oppmann's lake and Ivö's lake, Ryss mountain's steep .
 
It had been a trip, and when the rain-clouds made their appearance the boy thought it was a real diversion. In the old days, when he had only seen a rain-cloud from below, he had imagined that they were gray and disagreeable; but it was a very different thing to be up amongst them. Now he saw distinctly that the clouds were enormous carts, which drove through the heavens with sky-high loads. Some of them were piled up with huge, gray sacks, some with barrels; some were so large that they could hold a whole lake; and a few were filled with big and bottles which were piled up to an immense height. And when so many of them had driven forward that they filled the whole sky, it appeared as though someone had given a signal, for all at once, water commenced to pour down over the earth, from utensils, barrels, bottles and sacks.
 
Just as the first spring-showers pattered against the ground, there arose such shouts of joy from all the small birds in and pastures, that the whole air rang with them and the boy leaped high where he sat. "Now we'll have rain. Rain gives us spring; spring gives us flowers and green leaves; green leaves and flowers give us worms and insects; worms and insects give us food; and and good food is the best thing there is," sang the birds.
 
The wild geese, too, were glad of the rain which came to the growing things from their long sleep, and to drive holes in the ice-roofs on the lakes. They were not able to keep up that seriousness any longer, but began to send merry calls over the neighbourhood.
 
When they flew over the big potato patches, which are so plentiful in the country around Christianstad—and which still lay bare and black—they screamed: "Wake up and be useful! Here comes something that will awaken you. You have idled long enough now."
 
When they saw people who hurried to get out of the rain, they reproved them saying: "What are you in such a hurry about? Can't you see that it's raining rye-loaves and cookies?"
 
It was a big, thick mist that moved briskly, and followed close upon the geese. They seemed to think that they dragged the mist along with them; and, just now, when they saw great beneath them, they called out proudly: "Here we come with ; here we come with roses; here we come with apple blossoms and cherry buds; here we come with peas and beans and and cabbages. He who wills can take them. He who wills can take them."
 
Thus it had sounded while the first showers fell, and when all were still glad of the rain. But when it continued to fall the whole afternoon, the wild geese grew impatient, and cried to the thirsty forests around Ivös lake: "Haven't you got enough yet? Haven't you got enough yet?"
 
The heavens were growing grayer and grayer and the sun hid itself so well that one couldn't imagine where it was. The rain fell faster and faster, and beat harder and harder against the wings, as it tried to find its way between the oily outside feathers, into their skins. The earth was hidden by fogs; lakes, mountains, and woods floated together in an indistinct , and the landmarks could not be . The flight became slower and slower; the cries were hushed; and the boy felt the cold more and more keenly.
 
But still he had kept up his courage as long as he had ridden through the air. And in the afternoon, when they had lighted under a little pine, in the middle of a large , where all was wet, and all was cold; where some were covered with snow, and others stood up naked in a of half-melted ice-water, even then, he had not felt discouraged, but ran about in fine spirits, and hunted for and frozen whortleberries. But then came evening, and darkness sank down on them so close, that not even such eyes as the boy's could see through it; and all the became so strangely grim and awful. The boy lay tucked in under the goosey-gander's wing, but could not sleep because he was cold and wet. He heard such a lot of and and stealthy steps and menacing voices, that he was terror-stricken and didn't know where he should go. He must go somewhere, where there was light and heat, if he wasn't going to be scared to death.
 
"If I should venture where there are human beings, just for this night?" thought the boy. "Only so I could sit by a fire for a moment, and get a little food. I could go back to the wild geese before sunrise."
 
He crept from under the wing and slid down to the ground. He didn't awaken either the goosey-gander or any of the other geese, but stole, silently and unobserved, through the morass.
 
He didn't know ............