DOWN TO CHRISTIANIA.
_September 21._--The steadily improving weather of our homeward journey
is very pleasant, and already we are beginning to almost forget those
'Miseries in Cold and Grey' which were so conspicuous during our last
few days at Rus Vand.
To-day we noticed that the whole population of the country appeared to
be engaged in the seductive pastime of potato-digging. One family that
we passed consisted of papa, mamma, and eight children of different
ages, all absorbed in this pursuit. The parents had gardening tools, the
elder children were using pickaxes and trowels, the younger ones
fire-shovels and wooden baking spades, and the mere babies were hard at
work with spoons and toasting-forks.
Here and there we detected a few people still making hay, presumably
because they had no potatoes. In Norway the hill-sides are so steep and
rocky that there is not overmuch room for the cultivation of grass, so
they have to collect it from every available corner where a few sprays
of anything green can contrive to exist. As we have mentioned, they are
now curing grass on the house-tops, and to-day we saw a man with a
scythe about eighteen inches long, mowing in amongst the stones on the
river bank, and in some of the places where he went the scythe blade was
the only blade visible to the naked eye. One thing seems certain, that a
Norwegian _will_ make hay while the sun shines, even if he can only find
rocks out of which to make it.
On this part of our journey we passed a great many spotted black and
white pigs: these pigs move with a greater dignity of bearing than the
ordinary white pig of Scandinavia, and altogether seem to consider
themselves superior to him, although they have not a curly tail.
Personally we think there is a certain subtle charm about the curly tail
of the white pig, a something that sets him off and renders him more
pleasing to the eye of the beholder than is a spotted pig with a
straight tail. However, our humble opinion does not seem at all to
affect the swagger of the spotted pig.
Near Formö we overtook a rosy-cheeked girl of about eighteen, astride a
bare-backed pony: the pony was seized with a spirit of emulation, and
insisted on accompanying the carioles for some distance in spite of her
efforts to stop it.
The weather was now delightful; the roads were dry and dusty, and the
sun was so hot that the long cool shadows of the pine woods which at
frequent intervals hedge in the road were quite a welcome relief both to
us and our shaggy steeds.
Ever as we followed the almost imperceptible descent of the road, the
great river Laagen became wider, deeper, and bluer, as it gathered
increased volume from the numberless tributaries which flow into it from
every hill, till at length at Fossegaarden it plunged over a series of
ledges in a splendid succession of falls, and after winding awhile amid
fir-clad islands and shaded grassy banks, it flowed into the Mjösen Lake
and was lost, while we on the road above, rounding the last corner and
turning to the east, soon found ourselves in Lillehammer, which really
looked quite a towny little town.
Esau stopped at Fossegaarden a couple of hours to throw a fly in the
tempting-looking water below the falls, and was rewarded at the first
cast by a rise from a fish whose peculiar wriggling and rolling soon
showed him to be a grayling; and before leaving, the bag was filled with
some very fine specimens of this beautiful and delicate fish.
We were greeted as old friends at the Victoria Hotel, where Ivar had
already arrived with our things. Then we ordered our own dinner, and
told the host to supply Ivar with whatever he wanted regardless of
expense (the result of this reckless munificence was a bill for nearly
two shillings); and in the happy frame of mind produced on both sides by
this course we settled our accounts with him, and giving him all our
worn-out garments and some candles and matches, we parted with the last
of our henchmen.
By the way, we here found a note from the Skipper asking us to bring
home a pair of shooting boots, three socks, and the remains of what had
apparently been a pocket handkerchief; but the obvious course that
suggested itself was 'give 'em to the men,' and we insisted on Ivar
taking these valuables.
_September 22._--With the utmost difficulty, by threats and coercion
Esau was induced to leave his bed, and dragged to the steamer in time
for her departure, as, if left to his own inclinations, he would have
remained in his insidious couch until this globe had performed its
diurnal revolution.
As it was, the 'Skiblädner' was indulging in a final premonitory shriek
before leaving the pier when we came hurrying and stumbling down the
hill at all paces, and we only stepped aboard just as she threw off the
last detaining rope.
The steamer was at first very empty, but more people joined us at every
stopping-place, of which there are about a dozen on the lake. Some of
these are little villages, with only the bright roofs and church spire
peeping out from among the fir trees; others no more than a
landing-stage projecting into the blue waters, and no other indications
of life save perhaps a couple of idle fishing boats and a flagstaff.
The morning was so calm and fine, that the grayling playing under the
shore made the only break in the otherwise unruffled surface of the
lake, and it seemed strange to find ourselves back in summer again,
having left winter with its snow and frosts far above us up at Rus Vand
only a few days ago.
At Hamar some English people came aboard, so that we had some one to
talk to. At every place where the steamer stopped and fresh passengers
came off in boats to meet us, it seemed to be customary that they should
take off their hats to the captain on the bridge as they pulled up
alongside: even when we passed the smallest places without stopping,
merely throwing the mail bag into a boat as we darted by, the
fresh-water sailors on the steamer all took off their hats to the
fresh-water sailors ashore, the latter always returning the salutation;
and considering the fact that two steamers pass every day, this
indicates no small degree of politeness.
There is a great amount of character to be noticed among the natives
during a voyage on the lake, and although they are badly and even
grotesquely dressed (for the pretty old costume has quite disappeared in
this part of the country, and its modern substitute is hideous), still
their old-fashioned manners and simple courtesy are very striking; and
in spite of their love of a little mild ostentation they are so quiet
and well behaved, that they would appear to great advantage if
contrasted with the crowd that may be found say on a Greenwich steamer.
At Eidsvold we left the steamer for the train which was waiting to
receive us, and about nightfall were once more in Christiania, and after
a sumptuous supper went to rest in sumptuous beds, thinking ere we fell
asleep of how to-morrow we should again have to submit ourselves to the
yoke of civilisation, to discard our flannel shirts for linen ones and
stick-up collars, to throw aside our shooting boots, and again bite off
our nails, which have grown to their natural length under the soothing
influence of a long spell of unworried conscience.
_September 23._--We found Christiania this morning almost as hot as we
left it, the streets all dry and dusty, and the trees parched for want
of rain; and the sunshine was very pleasant as we wandered about the
town into the various shops, purchasing articles by the assistance of
which we hoped to attain popularity among our relatives on our arrival
in England.
The shopkeepers were almost all very slow; in fact, the transaction of
any business is not the hardy Norseman's strong point. We copy this
extract from the Skipper's journal:--
'I went to the bank this morning to get some circular notes changed, and
they kept me there fussing over them for fifty minutes before I got the
money. During this time of expectation I read two letters from home
through, and had a chase after a torpid fly on the floor with my stick:
considering his languid condition this fly showed great spirit, but
after following him about three feet along the floor and nine inches up
the wall, I made a fortunate dash at him, and concluded his existence.
Then I thought for a while and stared all round the room, and cut my
nails with my knife. Then I counted how many boards there were in the
floor, and how many nails there were on an average in each board, and
made a little calculation on these figures to discover how many nails
there were in the whole room, and what they weighed, how much they cost,
how many miles they would reach if laid end to end, and how many men at
how much an hour for how long it had taken to drive them all in. Then
again I thought for a while, but still the money did not come, and my
moral reflections on men and things had just led me to the conclusion
that all mortals were but desolate creatures, and that I of all men was
most desolate and abandoned, when at the end of forty minutes an
official arrived with a sort of cheque. And after that it took ten
minutes more to change the cheque into money in a lower room, where the
clerks had their hair so beautifully brushed and were so haughty, that
instead of being angry I could only thank them profusely for giving me
the money at all.'
After finishing our hunt for curios, it occurred to us that we ought to
see the vikings' ship recently unearthed somewhere on the fjord, so we
walked down to the University, where we were told by a student that it
was not yet open to the public, but that if we would ask the Professor
of Archæology, whom John profanely designated 'the boss that runs the
antiquity show,' he had no doubt that, being strangers, we should be
allowed to see the ship.
Would the fact of a man being a foreigner obtain his admission to a
private view of an English curiosity, save perhaps the plans and
mechanism of an iron-clad or torpedo? Probably not.
Revolving these thoughts within our minds we sought the professor, and
he at once left the work upon which he was engaged and took us to the
ship, which was locked up inside a wooden building that has been erected
for it.
Very interesting it was, the preservation of the wood and also the
ironwork being wonderful. Unfortunately, some archæologists of earlier
date than the present had also made some excavations in search of
memorials of the past. They had cut a large hole in the side amidships,
for the purpose of carrying off the ornaments and other valuables by
which the dead viking was surrounded, in the chamber constructed for his
body right in the centre of the boat. The modern archæologists call
their predecessors 'sacrilegious robbers,' but we are averse to the use
of strong language among men of science.
However, the rest of the ship was perfect, even to the shields which
used to adorn the gunwale, which are now seen to have been made of thin
wood, and were probably only ornamental. She was a good big boat, rather
flat-bottomed and low in the water, but with great breadth of beam, and
built on lines that left no room for doubt as to her seagoing qualities.
The whole day was occupied by this shopping and sight-seeing, and we
went to bed more exhausted than by a hard day's stalking at Gjendin, and
not half so much satisfied with our achievements.
It is almost unnecessary to mention that we found at the hotel a note
from the Skipper, begging us to bring home a waterproof sheet and a few
clothes that he had been obliged to leave there. We think that this
young man must have shed nearly all his raiment before leaving Norway,
and gone home clad in a yellow ulster which we know he had left at the
hotel in July; for, judging from the fragments that we have picked up
from time to time on our homeward route, he cannot have much other
property with him except his gun, rifle, and fishing-gear.