Nybyggarna

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NORTH-AMERICA

MINNESOTA TERRITORY 1850

Now I don't want to rock any more'

not on land and not at sea.

We'll be home soon.

HOMESTEADER KARL OSKAR NILSSON'

NORTH-AMERI CA

What if it had been my oxen.

-Aren't we there yet?

-Just a little bit further.

You didn't consult me before

you took a place this far away.

-Are the rocks hot?

-Yes' a little.

No' let's continue.

They might hurt us if they see us.

Anders claims the savages

aren't that aggressive.

You couldn't come' Kristina'

so I had to make the choice on my own.

-I have claimed the best land in North-America

-It's just so far away.

To a place like this' no road could be too long

Don't think I will just accept anything you do.

-Just trust me' Kristina.

-You never ask anyone's advice.

I ask your advice sometimes' don't I?

Maybe sometimes.

But you do whatever you want regardless.

At lest the soil is easy to till here

It's a nice place you've got here' Karl Oskar.

Do you see over there?

Can you see the 'shanty' up there.

It's only a little 'shanty'.

But it will have to house us

until we can get the house ready at least.

We'll have to start as peasants'-

-even if we have more' and better'

land than any of the big farmers at home.

Look at this' Kristina.

Have you seen anything like it? And it's just

as deep throughout. We'll grow good bread here.

THE SETTLERS:

-Karl Oskar?

-Yes.

We have to buy a cow'

so we'll have milk for the winter.

I should have told you sooner.

We have nothing to buy a cow for.

Nothing? Are we that badly off?

Everything is so unconscionably expensive. And I

haven't bought anything we didn't strictly need.

Surely a cow is just as necessary

as anything else?

Not as necessary as the house.

But the whole winter. . . do you think the children

will survive till spring without milk?

Is there no way' do you think?

How can we buy anything without money?

-Is that the winter coming already?

-It can't come that suddenly.

Will you get the house ready in time?

Next time I will build bigger.

And shave the timber on both sides.

Here we go!

One' two' three. . .now!

What on earth. . . !

Did you find a wild cow on the way?

You can borrow Lady over the winter.

We only need one cow.

The cow is old' of course.

But she is fat' and she has plenty of milk.

-Now she's stuck.

-Are you stuck?

It's your fault' Karl Oskar.

You've cut it too narrow for a grown woman.

You should know women have wider hips than men.

God made us to lie on our backs-

-whilst we carry out his commandment

to populate the world.

Ulrika can certainly make porridge.

That's the kind of woman one should have.

-You already have a woman.

-The Indian woman couldn't cook for pigs.

She's only good in bed.

She's a bit small down there'

but all the Indian girls are petite.

Yeah' I'll drink to that. Cheers!

The American liquor are good and strong'

but they look like cows piss.

Come over here and give me a hand.

-Can you keep a secret' Arvid?

-My lips are sealed' you know that.

-I'm getting out of here as soon a possible.

-Are you leaving your brother?

Karl Oskar isn't in charge of me.

I'm going to look for gold.

-You never said anything about this.

-Such things must be kept secret.

But I wasn't planning on going on my own'

I was hoping you would come with me.

Will you?

-We don't have to cross any oceans' do we?

-No. Come on.

Hey there' troubadours' not bad.

strumming both back and forth

Gusten's jaw is chewing the rhythm

Janne squeezing with might and sound

Your favourite harmonica

sounds more like a horse in heat

Lena' you soar like the bird in the sky

And your legs are surely not made of led

If I have a girl in my bedroom'

it sounds like a jackhammer

The skirts swings so beautifully to

the sound of Janes notes and Gusten's song

And we see a day so beautifully blue

the sun sets behind the mountains

Pink and purple the night sky

hangs over Finnbcksby

As soon as we get the road fixed up'

if won't seem so far anymore.

Does anyone regret emigrating?

Does anyone regret emigrating?

Regret moving to a country where one

is treated like a decent human being?

No' they'd sooner have to

make sausage meat of me.

At home they think Sweden is the whole

world. That's why they're so conceited.

That devils nest!

If you went out and had your morning fart'-

-people would carry on until

the whole county was willed with it's sound.

It was meant to be' us moving here.

We should neither regret' nor be afraid.

I regret I didn't move here six years ago.

No one is going to make me leave this place'

as surely as I am sitting here before you.

-Kristina?

-What is it' Kristina?

Forgive me' please.

Sit down and have a sip.

I can't help it.

It'll be over soon.

I tell you our next house. . .

Our next house at home here by Ki-Chi-Saga - that

will be something !

Karl Oskar hates the Indians.

But they are smart enough not to

go randomly digging up the soil.

Hey' Robert? That gold.

Where did you say that was?

-In California.

-No' I mean' do you know exactly where it is?

No' not precisely'

will just have to go searching and ask for help.

Is it all scattered around'

or is it all in one place?

It's scattered around.

-I wonder what Danjel is going to say.

-Aren't you your own man?

Of course' but he did pay my fare.

Afterwards you can pay him so much

he could spend the rest of his life travelling.

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

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