A CHANGE.
_September 3._--'Forty below Nero' was the probable position of the
thermometer during the night. Esau declares that his back is quite well,
but it is suspected that he only does this in order to avoid the
administration of further remedies by John.
However, we consider this such a successful cure that we here give our
recipe for strained backs to an expectant world, not as a sordid
advertisement, but from pure philanthropic motives.
'Take the patient and place him on a grassy spot in the sun, and
lubricate with oil; rub this in for three hours with the hand; seize his
wrist and feel the pulse (if you can find it), displaying at the same
time a large gold watch; look profound; mutter inwardly. Now shift him
gently to a shaded position; and having lighted a fire to the windward,
prepare and cook thereon fourteen or fifteen pancakes, and administer
while hot (as a mixture, not a lotion). Take care that the aroma of each
cooking pancake is wafted in the direction of the patient. Carry this
principle throughout all his nourishment. Explain to him that deer
abound in the neighbouring mountains; show him quantities of
fresh-caught fish and newly killed ryper; ensure a week of fine weather,
and if this do not cure him he must be a _malade imaginaire_.'
Notwithstanding the improvement, of course Esau was not fit to go
stalking, and this and other reasons suddenly induced us to leave
Memurudalen to-day for good, and go to Gjendesheim on our way to Rus
Vand. So we made a last gigantic pie, packed up, lunched, and then
pulled down the tent, which had been standing so long now on the same
spot, and embarked everything on board our two canoes and the
Gjendesheim boat, which had been lent to us. Then the whole fleet sailed
from these hospitable shores 'neath a stormy sky, with cold wind and
rain, and the towering heights of Memurutungen all wrapped in angry
clouds, frowning blackly above us.
It was quite sad to leave the snug little corner where we have spent
such a happy, careless time, with all the comforts which we have added
gradually to our temporary home; and the valley looked very desolate
without the tent, the cheerful fire, and 'the meteor flag.'
Esau's last act was to fill two brass cartridge cases with water and
hammer them firmly into each other; the air-tight boiler so formed he
put into the fire under the oven, and after waiting a short time for the
explosion, forgot all about it and went away without telling any one.
Just then John arrived at the spot to see if there were any loose
belongings lying about, and was horrified to observe the oven suddenly
elevate itself into the air and disappear among the clouds with a loud
report. His mind at once reverted to the happy life of a landlord in co.
Limerick, but he soon realised the true state of affairs, and came down
to the lake muttering something about 'tomdamfoolery,' a Norwegian word
which expresses censure of the silly custom of practical joking.
This morning we found a merlin sitting just outside the tent door; it
had evidently been stuffing itself with scraps of offal from the camp
until it was perfectly stupid and could scarcely fly. Esau wanted to
knock it on the head at first, but more humane feelings came over him,
so he fetched his rifle and shot it for an hour or so, till at length
the bird, wearied by the constant noise, retired into the birch woods,
and we saw it no more.
There are usually several ravens near the camp, which come down to
'carry off carrion,' but otherwise there are not many birds here: the
most common are buzzards and kestrels, which abound; two eagles, which
are generally soaring above Memurutungen; a pair of ospreys occasionally
flying about the lake; a rough-legged buzzard seen once, a few merlins,
and a small short-tailed red hawk, with whom we are not acquainted;
sometimes black-throated divers and scaups on the lake, and a few
fieldfares and redwings in the birch woods. We have found many nests of
the latter in the trees, and one of a fieldfare in a bank.
What rare times all the birds and beasts of prey will have for the next
few days in Memurudalen! only to be equalled by the early days of the
Australian gold fever. Nuggets of inestimable value in the shape of
heads, tails, and other portions of reindeer, ryper, duck, and
trout--intermingled with other delicacies, such as potato skins, jam and
marmalade pots, and whisky bottles--will from time to time be unearthed
amidst shrieks of triumph. 'Claims' will be run up to a fabulous price,
and many a battle royal will be fought in that happy valley where we
have spent a month of peace. As we depart in mournful silence, brooding
over the days that are no more, we see in fancy the numerous bright eyes
which from lairs and eyries are watching our every move, their owners
all ready to swoop down on our _débris_ as soon as we have passed out of
sight.
The lake was very rough, and we were quite afraid of being swamped and
losing our baggage from the magnitude of the big little waves; but
luckily the boat took our heaviest things, or we should not have been
able to venture; and so the canoes, lightly loaded and with all sail
set, rode gallantly o'er the foaming billows, and we all got safe to
Gjendesheim. The cheery fire in the room, with its bare wooden walls and
benches, made a picture which seemed the perfection of comfort after the
chilly tent and the freezing N.W. wind.
'It is the black north-wester
That makes brave Englishmen
Use very naughty words, and wish
Themselves at home again.'
One of the party is always telling us that he intends to inflict on the
British public a narration of our experiences on this expedition, and
although he has not yet begun to collect materials for the work, we have
begun to invent titles for the book that is to be. One is 'England,
Canada, and Norway,' being a description of Englishmen travelling in
Norway with Canadian canoes; and we think this title might induce
schoolmasters to buy it, under the impression that it is a geographical
treatise on those countries.
The Skipper proposed 'The Fool with the Fowling-piece, or Fishing and
Flyblows.' John's title was 'Mems. from Memurudalen, or Jottings from
the Jotunfjeld;' and Esau suggested 'Glopit, top it, and mop it,'
alluding, he said, to the state of John's forehead whenever he arrived
at the summit of that mountain; but the explanation was received with
such a chorus of 'Oh! {drop it!} {stop it!}' from the others that he
gave up the idea.
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One notion is to make the book a collection of cooking recipes for
camp life, and call it 'Grunts from a Gourmand in Gulbrandsdalen, or
Paragraphs from the Pen of a Pig;' but we think we should promote
a more active sale among respectable people if it were called
'Self-Improvement, or Lights thrown on Good Living.'
Another idea is that it might get a sale by appearing surreptitiously
among the Christmas books for the young, and for that purpose we should
use the names of our two henchmen Anglicised. 'Oola and Eva: a Tale for
Girls,' could not fail to attract the favourable attention of parents
and guardians.
Possibly it might create a greater sensation if it were introduced to
the world as 'Julia and Pausanias: an Idyll.' It is very difficult to
decide on a good name, but we are all agreed that the name once found,
it will be perfectly easy to write the book afterwards.
_September 4._--How soothing and pleasant it is, when we hear the storm
and rain shrieking and beating outside, to reflect that there is a good
solid roof over our heads, and that we shall not be roused in the night
by the cry of 'All hands turn out to slack off guy-ropes!'
This morning the lake was so rough that we perceived that we had been
very lucky to make our voyage yesterday; we certainly could not have
attempted it to-day. The man from Gjendebod was here, and started for
the other end of the lake with Andreas in the big boat about nine
o'clock, but at two they came back dead beat and wet through, having
been obliged to desist from their attempt before they had gone two
miles, and they considered themselves lucky to have got back.
[Illustration: Canoeing after Duck in a Storm]
The appearance of the lake is wonderfully fine as the white-capped
breakers come rolling in, flinging the spray high up the face of the
opposing cliffs, and dashing with an angry roar against the black rocks
where they jut out into the deep part of the lake. The Skipper,
affirming that he could smell the salt in the air, began to look out
pollack-flies, while John put on a beautiful brand-new shooting coat,
and went down to the shore to pick up seaweed and dig on the sands: he
came back saying that the tide was coming in, and he thought he had seen
the smoke of a steamer in the offing.
Close to this end of the lake a little promontory runs out, which forms
a breakwater, so that the sea just opposite the house is comparatively
calm. In this bay, directly after breakfast, we saw two scaups, and the
Skipper and Esau manned a canoe to try for them, the former to paddle,
the latter to shoot. Only one was shot at, and it managed to fly beyond
the headland before falling dead, and we dare not go after it in our
frail craft.
[Illustration: Andreas: our Retriever]
In the afternoon we took all the male inhabitants of this district, viz.
Öla, Ivar, and Andreas, to act as spaniels and retrievers, and went into
the fjeld above Gjendesheim for ryper. We had quite a sporting
afternoon, as we managed to find a good many broods: the strong wind had
made them so much wilder that they got up with reasonable haste and
energy, instead of waiting to be kicked and then only running away.
[Illustration: Ola and Andreas capturing a wounded Grouse]
We had great fun also in watching the behaviour of our men, especially
their method of capturing a wounded bird. One which was hit in the head
had dropped among some rocks, and Öla and Andreas went in pursuit; they
crawled suspiciously about, peering over the stones as if they were
stalking reindeer; then suddenly catching sight of the bird, which was
crouching down as birds hit in the head sometimes do, they advanced
cautiously upon it, each with an uplifted stick in his hand, and crept
like assassins nearer and nearer to their victim. At last they stood
within reach. Öla gave the word to strike, and strike they did, as if
they were breaking stones, and the poor old ryper lay at the feet of its
murderers a mangled, bleeding corpse.
We shot all the afternoon with almost unvarying luck, hardly ever losing
a bird; now getting four barrels into a large brood, now picking up a
solitary old cock that had selfishly separated himself from his family,
and selected a particularly advantageous feeding-ground for his own
exclusive benefit, and at intervals having a little recreation afforded
by our men, especially the professional buffoon, Ivar.
In one marshy bit of ground a pair of short-eared owls were incautious
enough to fly up in front of Esau, and were promptly added to the bag;
they were in beautiful plumage, which was luckily not injured by the
shot, so we were much pleased at getting them. Then we went towards the
river into the ground frequented by ducks, and got a little shooting
there, and finished the day by walking round the shoulder of the lower
fjeld about the time that the ryper were coming there to feed, and so
back to Gjendesheim. Altogether the walk was most enjoyable, and as we
returned and gazed over Gjendin, the contrasts of storm and sunshine,
tumbled clouds and rough waters, and occasional glimpses of the highest
mountains gleaming through rifts in the surrounding blackness as the
bright sunbeams lighted up their peaks of snow, formed the most striking
picture of wild and desolate grandeur that can be imagined.
Esau's shooting is remarkably unerring, and we feel so annoyed with him
sometimes when he _won't_ miss even a palpably difficult chance, that we
were quite glad a few days ago when he took such a long shot that it
strained his gun, and the Skipper exclaimed, 'Ah, I told you you would,
I've been expecting it all along.'
[Illustration: John and the Skipper upsetting in the Canoe]
John had an unstrung kind of day. Starting down the river to fish soon
after breakfast, he became so engrossed in his sport that he forgot all
about lunch, and did not return till dinner-time, when he walked
abstractedly into the room where we were sitting, and pulled out his
watch; then after studying it and making calculations for a short time
he remarked slowly, 'I left here at six minutes past ten, and hanged if
it isn't ten minutes past six now; my watch must have stopped.' Then he
wandered off upstairs to his room, still ruminating over this
extraordinary occurrence to his watch; but in his absence Ragnild had
changed all his things into another cabin without telling him anything
about it, so that he found his old habitation swept and garnished, and
began to think, like Clever Alice, 'This is none of I.' However, he got
over this difficulty and came down to dinner, still looking a trifle
abstracted, but with his usual appetite. Afterwards the Skipper paddled
him across the river to fish, and when coming back, John upset the canoe
and nearly drowned them both in the presence of Esau and every native in
the district, who joined in mocking them in the Norwegian tongue from
the bank.
Finally he informed us that during his wanderings he had composed a
short poem, 'which,' said he, 'as you have not heard it, I will now
proceed to recite.'
So we went to bed.