HOMEWARD BOUND.
_September 17._--Our ears were gladdened by the sound of Ivar's hoarse
cachinnation some time during the night or early morning, and on turning
out he informed us that he should have been here yesterday, but his cart
had been smashed on the road beyond Hind Sæter: however, he had patched
it up and got it to the sæter; so we distributed our goods on the two
ponies, after seizing our last chance of a 'square meal,' by eating an
enormous breakfast of venison pie, cutlets, and trout.
All our stores came to an end yesterday, except candles and soap. The
latter article has for some time been lying in great bars on a shelf as
a reproach to us, and we were glad to get it out of our sight to-day,
and 'give it to the men,' as we would anything else that is repulsive to
our feelings. There were a few scraps of other delicacies which we
divided among the retainers, and then taking with us a fore-quarter of
'stor bock' for our own consumption on the journey, and a hind-quarter
carefully sewn up in the sail of Esau's canoe, and intended as a present
for Mr. Thomas, we regretfully took leave of the little hut, and started
for Besse Sæter.
Öla and Jens were sent down the Russen River, which is the nearest way
to Hind Sæter; and Ivar was to meet us at the eastern end of Sjödals
Lake as soon as he could get there.
We paused at the brow of the hill to have a last look at the beautiful
lake and quaint little huts, and to take off our hats to grand old
Nautgardstind, to whom we hoped we were not bidding an eternal 'farvel;'
and then we turned across the fjeld, and, losing sight of the Rus
valley, were soon looking forward again to the change and uncertainty of
the homeward journey.
From Besse Sæter, which was reached at noon, we launched our craft into
the lake with a nasty side-wind blowing, which delayed our progress
considerably, so that we took an hour to reach the lower end of the
lake, a distance of not quite four miles.
There we found Ivar with his pony and sleigh, on which the canoe was
conveyed to the junction of the Sjoa and Russen Rivers, where Esau
launched her again and ran the rapids down to Ruslien Sæter, a very fine
bit of stream, in which the canoe could only just manage to live.
Finding that the sæter girls were still here, we went in and asked for
milk. They suggested cream: amendment carried without a division. A huge
bowl of the thickest and most delicious cream was set before us, which
we, armed with two enormous spoons, attacked and soon consumed utterly,
with an indefinite amount of fladbrod and cheese. Charge for the whole,
sixpence! We have no hesitation in saying that the cream alone would
have been worth its weight in gold in Piccadilly.
We then regained our craft, and had a delightful cruise down to Hind
Sæter, the stream going at mill-race speed all the way, so that we did
the two and a half miles in fifteen minutes, arriving long before our
cavalcade of men and ponies, who started twenty minutes before us, while
we were discussing the cream.
The sæter was deserted for the winter, but Ivar produced his cart from
the bed of a stream where he had left it to improve the wheels, and at
half-past five we, with Jens and one cart, resumed our journey, leaving
the other two men with the canoe to follow us.
We had originally intended to make the journey to Lillehammer from here
entirely by canoe down the Sjoa until it joined the Laagen, but the
premature departure of the Skipper knocked that little scheme on the
head.
It would have been a tremendous enterprise, for the Sjoa is such a
turbulent river that there would have been a great deal of portage to be
done; but we had agreed to allow a fortnight for it, and were looking
forward to it with great delight. The Laagen is a fairly navigable river
all the way, with the exception of a few very large falls; but there is
a good road by its side, so that we should have had no difficulty if we
had been lucky enough ever to reach it. However,
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley;
and we were reduced to the prosaic necessity of walking, and helping to
hold our luggage onto a jolting cart.
As we gradually descended into the birch-woods we were much struck by
the beautiful effects of the variegated autumn tints, and soon the
brilliant reds and yellows of the birches began to contrast with the
dark green of the fir trees, the light greyish green of the lichen, and
rich brown and purple of the ground and undergrowth. It was so long
since we had seen any trees, that their beauty seemed to come to us
quite as a new sensation.
Below Hind Sæter the road lay through dense forests of pines for mile
after mile, with hardly any change except where we got occasional
glimpses of the Sjoa tearing madly along far beneath us--so far that
only a faint murmur came up from the leaping, hurrying waters. Hour
after hour we walked, and still the same dark forest gloomed above us,
so remote from the busy haunts of men that it seems not to be worth any
one's while to cut the trees except for use in the immediate
neighbourhood, and hundreds of them lie naked and dead as they have
fallen before the fury of the gale, and slowly rot or are devoured by
insects until their place is ready for a successor.
As the shades of evening began to close, we were several times startled
as the huge body of a capercailzie darted across the road at a pace
which seemed impossible to such an enormous bird, and with an absence of
noise that appeared equally unnatural.
About half-past eight we came to a more open part of the forest, and
soon we saw a glimmering light ahead: Jens cheerily said, 'Ransværk;'
and in a few more minutes we pulled up at the door of a large sæter.
Without knocking Jens opened the door, and we walked in and struck a
light. There was the usual fireplace and table, and in the further
corner a bed, which, as we presently perceived, was occupied by two
girls. This discovery embarrassed us a little; but no one else, least of
all the girls themselves, appeared to be at all disconcerted.
In our favoured land a woman would probably be slightly concerned if she
were aroused from sleep by the unceremonious entrance into her room of
three men, two of them ruffianly-looking strangers of foreign exterior;
but not so these artless beings. The elder one at once got out of bed
and proceeded to dress, while her sister remained where she was and soon
fell asleep.
When the dressing commenced, we, being innocent young bachelors, retired
and remained outside till it was finished, but we do not believe she
appreciated our delicacy at all.
Then this poor girl, no doubt very tired after a hard day's work at
cheese-making, proceeded to relight the fire, prepare coffee, and broil
some venison for us. And just as we finished a hearty meal, Öla and Ivar
arrived, so that she had to begin all over again for them. Finally, in
spite of our remonstrances, she dragged her sister out of the bed, and
insisted on our having it, while they went and slept in another building
a few yards away. So John took the bed they had vacated, while Esau made
a couch for himself in the cheese-room, and we slept the sleep of the
hard-worked, virtuous, penniless wanderer.
Verily they have a better idea in Norway of true hospitality than in any
other country under the sun.
_September 18._--How strange that our return to the haunts of men should
be chiefly marked by the sparseness of the fare provided for breakfast!
A tin of sardines took the place of the usual trout; and although
Ransværk consists of a group of several sæters, and almost attains to
the dignity of a village, and our quarters were in the largest and most
imposing mansion, there were no forks or spoons to be obtained, and we
had to fish our sardines out of their native oil with a Tollekniv,
assisted by a finger, and convey them to our mouths with the same
implements.
After breakfast Esau and Jens turned out in pursuit of capercailzie,
which abound in the forest here; but though they persevered until three
o'clock, and got several shots, the annoying birds all 'went on,' as an
English keeper generally says when you ask, 'Did you see if I killed
that rabbit?'
Esau had used up all his large shot at ducks up at Gjendin, and his
cartridges were perfectly ineffectual at such a strong bird as the
capercailzie. Besides this, they are extremely wary, and always rise
about thirty yards from the shooter; they fly quite straight, and so are
very easy to hit; but though Esau knocked clouds of feathers out of them
at every shot, and did bring one to the ground which, from the closeness
of the underwood, could not be gathered, he was obliged to submit to
disappointment for once.
In one part of the forest they heard a raven shrieking angrily
('skriking,' Jens called it, which has the same meaning in North country
dialect), and going to the place were in time to see a goshawk gliding
swiftly away with some victim in its grasp. In another place there were
a lot of squirrels, which Jens induced Esau to shoot for some purpose of
his own. What that purpose was we could only guess by seeing him gather
a bunch of beautiful wild currants and some flowers just before reaching
the sæter, and then brush his hair and march out with his bouquet,
berries, and squirrel-skins to some place unknown.
Soon after three o'clock we resumed our march, and almost directly
quitted the good Vaage road along which we travelled last night, and
took to a cow track on the right. The cart with the canoe had a very
rough time of it for the first five or six miles, jolting and bumping in
and out of holes, bogs, and ruts, and over boulders and logs in a most
appalling manner; then we had a piece of decent road again, and at the
finish another mile of rough track.
Soon after starting we passed the sæter where Jens lives when he is not
hunting in the mountains, and Esau wishing to see what kind of
snow-shoes they use in this part of the country, Jens ran up to the
house and fetched his 'skier.' To give an idea of the absurd honesty
which prevails here, we noticed that though Jens had been absent from
home for the last two months, and the windows were shuttered up, yet the
door was only latched; and after the inspection of the snow-shoes, Jens
would not trouble to take them back, but simply left them by the side of
the road, to wait his return three or four days hence.
Another instance illustrating the same simplicity occurred to us once
when travelling in quite a different part of Norway. When changing
carioles at a station our baggage was all heaped together on the
road-side, and as we wanted to stay there an hour or so for dinner, and
this was a main road with a fair amount of traffic, we suggested to the
landlord that our goods had better be brought inside the station. He
merely looked up at the sky with a weather-wise eye, and replied, 'Oh
no, I'm sure it won't rain.'
Our route to-day through the forest was most beautiful, at one time
descending to the level of the Sjoa, and even struggling along its bed
where the going on the bank seemed to be inferior, at another climbing
up and up and ever higher, until we stood on the summit of the range of
hills which confine this valley on the northern side. It is called
Hedalen, and is one of those strikingly beautiful half-cultivated
Norwegian dales which occupy the space between civilisation and the
untouched realms of nature.
This evening, the setting sun throwing a rich golden glow over the
scene, and lighting up the brilliant autumnal colours of the trees, gave
us an opportunity of seeing it quite at its best.
Gradually the forest began to get more open, and the road to improve.
Several peasants in picturesque garb were seen on the wayside: rough
buildings became more frequent, and fields and fences quite common; at
first only pasture land, but soon corn-fields and patches of potatoes.
Then at last in the twilight we make a swift descent from the ridge
along which the road runs; a short plunge through a thicket, down a
grassy track; a bridge over a little stream; and as we breast the
opposite bank, a pile of buildings looming in front and looking
perfectly gigantic to our eyes, so long accustomed to the tiniest of
huts; and Jens points up, cracks his whip, and says, 'Bjölstad.' The
pony boils up something like 'a trot for the avenue,' and rattles the
cart into a large square courtyard, tenanted only by two huge dogs; and
as a cheery old Norseman rushes out in great excitement to welcome us
and lead us into a bright, clean, curtained room, we feel that we have
said farewell to the delights of savage life, and will probably have to
put on a necktie to-morrow.
Here we parted with our faithful Jens, and very sorry we were to do so,
as we think him a first-rate fellow: a man with a bright eye and stolid
demeanour; naturally silent, but game for anything; a keen sportsman and
wonderful stalker, and without a particle of the laziness and sulkiness
which characterised Öla.
Here, for the first time since leaving Lillehammer in July, we slept
between sheets.
Our own and only Ivar has volunteered to what he calls 'transportare'
all our baggage in his cart down to Lillehammer, distant about eighty
miles hence, for the sum of twenty-two shillings. This sounds
unreasonable, but it was his own suggestion, so we did not argue the
point, only stipulating that he should be there by noon on Tuesday,
to-day being Saturday, and leaving the details to him.
Our thoughts were here recalled to the Skipper and his adventures by
finding the following note from him:--
'DEAR ESAU,--I have left behind me here certain of what the Romans
so appropriately called "impedimenta," and hope that you will be
able to bring them home for me. I got an old, old man with a small
cart to bring my luggage down from Ransværk. It was a wet day.
I walked the first nine miles while the old man and the rain were
both driving. This ancient driveller seemed to imagine it was a
fine day, and had hung on his best coat and hat, further
aggravating his appearance with a spotted kerchief and a light
heart. He seemed remarkably cheerful, as carolling he drove his
carjole and cajoled his horse through the dripping pine forests.
I arrived here at midday, and the owner, Ivar Tofte, came out to
meet me. He took a great fancy to me, and we finished together a
bottle of the most delicious aquavit, which he produced from a
cellar where it had been laid down in the time of the Vikings.
It is a pity neither of you can speak the language!
'Yours haughtily,
'THE SKIPPER.'
We found that the 'impedimenta' of which the Skipper had spoken were 147
loaded cartridges wrapped up in a flannel shirt, the whole being
enveloped in a partially cured reindeer-skin.
We were further reminded of our lost one by looking in the Day-book (or
traveller's name-book), where his was the last English name. This was
not surprising, for though Bjölstad is a posting station, it is a very
out-of-the-way place; but we looked back for two years without finding
that any other Englishman had been here, and then the Skipper's name
occurred again. Between these dates the names were all Norwegian, and
there were not very many even of them.