An Invisible One on the Sled

In the old days, there were plenty of ripple mills along the river here. Almost every farm in the village had its mill. At that time, a man named Nils Svedin lived here, who has now moved to Grössjö in Bjärtrå. One evening he had pulled a sack of grain down to his mill and was now returning with an empty sled. All of a sudden, the sled stopped dead, so that he couldn't get it to budge. It felt just as if someone was holding it fast, but he saw no one. He then said: “Well, then, ride along!” At that very moment, it let go and he clearly felt someone sit down on the sled with a thud. So he struggled up the hill, but it was very heavy. When he reached the main road, a voice said behind him: “Thanks for the ride!” And immediately the sled became light as usual. He himself has told me about this, and the man is trustworthy. It must have been some invisible companion, who had hitched a ride.