BACK TO CAMP.
_August 9._--The morning was again very wet, but we are men of great
decision and firmness; what our friends call 'obstinate' if they are
civil, and 'pig-headed' when they want to be disagreeable, as friends
usually do.
Therefore we started for the camp after lunch: that is to say, the
Skipper and Esau started, as John remained to await the arrival of his
baggage, for which Ivar had been despatched. At present his wardrobe is
not very extensive, and he will perhaps be more comfortably fixed after
the arrival of his valise. He has one coat, one flannel shirt without
collar, one pair of trousers, socks, and boots, one pipe, one cap; one
fishing rod, line, and fly-book; one watch-chain, and a newspaper of
July 23.
About two miles from Gjendesheim on the north side of the lake there is
an apparently perpendicular cliff, half a mile long and over 1,000 feet
high: this is called the Beseggen, and at the top of it lies Bes Vand,
so close to the edge of the cliff that it seems impossible to believe
that the lake is 1,000 feet above Gjendin, with nothing but a narrow
strip of rock to hold it within its bounds, and yet the books say it is
so, and we always believe anything we find in a book. The cliff looks
perfectly unscaleable, but we believe it has been descended twice by an
Englishman who used to live here, and once by a Norwegian youth.
Bes Vand is so high that fish will not live in it; the professional
liars of these parts say it freezes solid every winter, and kills any
that have been put into it. It is a little difficult to believe this
statement, as it is a large and deep lake; but John says that a man who
will believe a guide-book can believe anything; so we all do our best to
swallow it (the statement, not the lake; we have hardly enough whisky to
make the latter palatable).
Gjendin is liable like all mountain lakes to be suddenly visited by
squalls, so that we generally like to paddle pretty near the side, but
on this voyage it was not safe to do so; for under the influence of the
rain, which was coming down as if it had never done so before, stones
and boulders were rattling and crashing down the sides of the lake, and
plunging into it, in a most alarming manner; and as far as we could see,
the steep black rocks were thickly streaked with white lines, denoting
torrents rushing down in places where ordinarily none were to be seen.
Just as we were passing the Beseggen, a dull boom like that of a distant
cannon was heard, and looking up we could see far above our heads a huge
spout of muddy water shoot out from the cliff, carrying with it masses
of stone and _débris_ of all sorts; evidently some bank had given way
under the increased pressure of this enormous rainfall. We thought for
one brief moment that it might be Bes Vand let loose on us, for even in
fine weather it can always be seen leaking through fissures in the rock,
so narrow is the division between the two lakes; but we did not stop to
ascertain where it came from.
It soon became necessary to land and empty the canoes, by reason of the
heavy rain, the bottom boards being completely under water, though we
had only been afloat for half an hour.
Just before we got to Memurudalen the sun came out; Esau had a chase
after a black-throated diver that came up from a dive quite close to his
canoe, and then we both fell to fishing and got several good fish. This
is just our luck: we had left camp for the last few days on purpose to
get fish for food; we had caught many and salted them, and brought back
40 lbs. weight with us in a large tin can, and then, behold! we caught
fresh fish in a place where we were assured by Öla that there were none,
not even salted ones.
We found the camp looking uncommonly pretty and comfortable, and all our
things perfectly dry and nice. The sun shone, and blue sky appeared, so
that hope, contentment, and joy reigned supreme, for we knew that it
could not rain any more now for at least a month, from the way it
stopped quite with a jerk as the supply ceased.
John spent his day at Gjendesheim in eating, drinking, and fishing,
especially the two former amusements. Truly that is a glorious country
where a man can over-eat himself three times a day, and never have
indigestion!!
_August 10._--Esau stalked with the usual result, 'Ingen dyr, ingen
fresk spör, ingen gammle spör,' as the Norsk jäger would remark; which
means 'no deer, no fresh tracks, no old tracks;' and he returned to camp
to find the Skipper had erected a flagstaff on the little mound beside
our tent, and from this staff now floats proudly 'the flag that braved
a thousand years &c.,' which we brought with us for this purpose:
a smaller one always adorns the ridge of the tent. We do not know
exactly the use of this flag; we say it is hoisted to annoy the
Norwegians, but this reason will not bear criticism, for that is the
last thing we should think of doing, and it certainly never seems to
have that effect on any one who has yet seen it. But we think that no
gentleman's residence is complete without a red ensign, therefore on
high days and holidays that rag will flaunt itself in the breeze; and
every day will now be a holiday, for the fine weather has begun at last.
The Skipper had made all sorts of improvements in our domestic
arrangements, and after tea we completed the alterations in the bedroom
which were necessary before John arrived. This he did in a boat with
Ivar about nine o'clock, pretty well tired with his row against a head
wind. He was received with much kindness by the barbarous islanders, but
it took us until late at night to get everything comfortably and
conveniently placed under canvas; for John made no slight addition to
our already ponderous stores, in the shape of two more boxes containing
tea, coffee, candles, sugar, jam, and at last Esau's long-desired
anchovy paste.
We placed the three beds side by side in the inner tent, John being in
the middle for the sake of greater warmth, for the nights are very cold.
Among the things that we obtained through Jens were two sheepskin rugs,
invaluable for protection against cold. Till we got them we were more or
less wretched every night, but since they came our sleep has been
perfectly luxurious. John has only two ordinary Scotch rugs, and feels
the cold a good deal, so we, from our impervious sheepskins, give him
any coats, shirts, or trousers that we do not want.