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The bull of Nybacken.

It's not so strange none of the girls

want anything to do with me.

Arvid. . . I have a secret.

You're the only one I can tell.

Can I trust you?

You have to promise not to tell anyone.

My lips are sealed.

Even if they chop my head off, my lips are sealed.

-I'm going to run away.

-Run away?

In the autumn, when they drive the timber to

Karlshamn, I'm taking the boat to America.

-Will you come with me, Arvid?

-Yes.

Look at this.

"Description of the United States

of America,"-

-"with information and advice for emigrants."

"In America things aren't split into nobility

and commoners as they are here."

"and you don't even have to say 'Sir' to the President,

if you don't want to."

"The finest rice comes from

Carolina in North-America."

"It's forbidden to eat salted herring."

"in America no one works more

than 12 hours in a day."

"many of the slaves have better houses,

food and circumstances than peasants in Europe"

"they keep their own chickens ands pigs. They can

grow what they want and sell their excess."

-Then I will sell myself as a slave.

-That's illegal for white people.

but, you said America was a free country.

Yes, but this particular trade

is illegal for white people.

I'll go all the same.

-How much is the fare?

-About 200 riksdaler.

Ah Hell. . . !

200 riksdaler?

I'll never be able to get that much.

-You don't have enough for the fare.

-We have forgotten about the highway!

No, no one can walk to America.

-Is there no way?

-No, America is an island.

The god-damn ocean.

Last year our harvest rotted away.

This year it's burning up.

We should manage on this till Christmas time,

I should think.

And what will we put on our bread afterwards?

-When will we die, mother?

-Only God knows that.

Dad has said that everyone will die.

There are a few drops.

Maybe we'll get a shower after all.

-Peek-a-boo!

-No, don't do that!

There's a fire.

There's a fire in the outhouse!

You got what you wanted.

That's your punishment.

There was nothing we could do. .

Those few drops didn't help.

is this my little boy with his playhouse?

Sneaking away from your work,

you devils lazybones!

oh my god. . . oh my god !

Oh my god !

What is it?

. . .find a good Christian husband. . .

-Robert, what is it?

-My ear hurts.

What should I do?

Will have to try some spirits on a piece of wool.

This is going to sting at first,

but it will soon pass.

There. . . that's it.

It helped a little.

but it's still noisy.

It sounds like there's a whole ocean in there.

-Can you hear it?

-No.

Are you home so soon?

Karl Oskar?

What's the matter?

I broke the plough.

On a big stone bastard.

-The soil here is cursed.

-There is no need for profanity.

Can't you fix the plough?

Everything falls to pieces,

no matter how hard you work.

and there just keeps getting more and more of us.

-Leave the worries to God.

He's not going to feed the children

if we sit here with our hands in our laps.

Is it God's responsibility to feed

all the children you produce?

Don't blame God for impregnating your wife.

My dear, sweetness. . . I have never denied

my part in this.

You complain about us multiplying,

as though it were my fault!

I have never blamed you, Kristina?

But you never say anything.

So what am I supposed to think?

Don't you know that you are dearer to me

than anything else in the world, Kristina.

-Do you care for me as you once did?

-Of course I do. You know that.

We have to agree, the two of us.

We have to help each other.

There is no one else to help us.

Poor child, how he has beaten you !

Come in, Karl Oskar. Look at this.

-Who has done this?

-It was Aaron.

I was driving a load of beats

when I broke the axel.

He beat me with a fencepost.

I'm not going back there.

Aaron won't let him go just like that.

He hired him for a year.

He will send for the sheriff.

-I'm not going back.

-He shouldn't have to, dad.

No one in this family needs to take a beating.

Wouldn't it be better if we made

this good with Aaron?

I'll go talk to him.

Are you coming in your brothers place?

Then I will have a better farm hand.

You'll have to get someone else to beat.

The sheriff will have to drag him here then.

Let go of me!

You could always come and get him yourself.

Your welcome to come to Korpamoen.

- I'm looking for the boy Robert Nilsson.

- He's not here.

If you brother stays here in my

territory I'll get him.

There, go inside.

. . .you have to do everything yourself.

You said you would handle this.

Do I need to do this too? Answer me!

Shut your mouth ! I can't stand your nagging, woman

You could help me from time to time,

but you never do.

I'm sick of you. Shut up, b*tch !

Shut your mouth, damn woman !

God-damn woman ! damn, damn, damn !

Satan !

He's a nice guy, that Innegren.

I can see what he was getting at.

Go to Kristina's parents in Duvemla.

That's outside Innegrens territory.

You are kind, Karl Oskar.

Now I need to ask something else of you.

Yes, if I have it to give. . .

I want my share of the inheritance.

I am going to North-America.

You're surprised, Karl Oskar.

I wouldn't have imagined we were

thinking of the same thing.

There is a wheat field in America. . .

"hardworking farmers have good

opportunities to prosper"-

-"in the United States of America."

That's something !

We might have to work as hard over there

as we do here at home.

But at least we can prosper at it,

that's something we can't do over here.

Look at dad !

And what of the children, what will become of them

Johan can take over the farm after us,-

-And the others?

Maid servants, farmhands. . .

but would you take responsibility for

taking them across the ocean-

-and endangering their lives?

If only someone else had gone before us,

but no one from here has left.

Then I will have to be the first.

-And you would take that responsibility?

-Someone has to.

Interrogation of farmer

Danjel Andreasson

Do you admit, Danjel Andreasson, that the

following persons reside at your house:

The criminal soldier Severius Pihl,

the disabled girl Sissa Svensdotter,-

-the unmarried Ulrika I Vesterol,-

-her bastard daughter Elin,

and that you arrange meetings at your home?

This is true, father.

-And what do you do at these meetings?

-I convey the true teachings of God.

The devil is whispering your answers in your ear.

the presence of these honourable and trusted men

-I forbid you to practice any kind of preaching.

He has no power to forbid me this.

-Do you admit that my authority comes from God?

-No, father.

-Are you refusing to obey law and order?

-No law is above justice.

And are you so spiritually arrogant

that you dare call your self just?

I am filled by the spirit of our lord.

and I live my life according to the Bible-

-and my conscience.

Are you accusing me of leading souls astray,

and leading people straight into hell?

That is true. Is it not true

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