HOME AGAIN.
_September 24._--To-day our Norwegian friends who lent us the hut at Rus
Vand came to dine with us, and then saw us safely aboard the 'Angelo,'
and at five o'clock, in the presence of an immense crowd which covered
the whole quay, some of the people cheering, but many more weeping, we
steamed out of the harbour.
As the sound of the last bell died away, and the last gangway fell with
a crash on to the landing-stage, a hatless, breathless man rushed up the
companion and darted at the spot where he supposed the gangway to be:
seeing that he was too late, he yelled to the people on shore, and made
as though he would have cast himself into the water, but was restrained
by the passengers. Meanwhile a fleet of little boats endeavoured to
catch a rope and be towed until he could be lowered into one of them;
but all failed, and the unfortunate man was carried off to
Christiansand, so that on his involuntary voyage he would have leisure
to meditate on the folly of a too prolonged farewell.
With a gentle breeze we steamed down the fjord, which never looked more
lovely than on this evening; and so beautiful was the night, so warm, so
radiant, and with such a depth of glorious colouring from the departed
sun, that people crept away into the shade out of the _moonlight_, from
pure force of habit, after the heat of the summer.
The influence of such a night, together with a certain sense of
something completed; the calm ocean all round us, and the soothing,
monotonous throbbing of the untiring screw, produced a longing for
confidence in John's bosom, so that he gave utterance to his sentiments
as he leant with Esau over the rail of the hurricane deck, and watched
the ever-sparkling phosphorescent lights caused by the passage of the
vessel through the quiet water.
'Yes, I'm sorry to be leaving Norway, for, you know, there's something
delightful to me about the simplicity of the people' (Esau's mind
reverted to Ivar Tofte and his plate cupboard); 'they seem to place a
childlike confidence in a stranger, which is quite incomprehensible to
me. Then there is an unwordable calm, an indescribable tranquillity,
which seems to cling both to the country and its inhabitants; even the
houses seem to possess an imperturbable serenity of demeanour which you
will not find on any other island in Europe. In fact, y'know, Esau, it's
a country where one might live quietly and die in peace, where "moths do
not corrupt, neither do worms break through and steal," don't you know,
Esau? And I'm deuced sorry to have to count among past memories the time
we have spent here, where the unbroken harmony of existence is that
repose for which my soul has longed these many years; but never until
now, no, by George! never, has it been able to discover the most
uncertain tracings of its ideal.'
Here Esau, who had his deck shoes on, seeing what sort of a mood John
was in, stole away quietly towards the cabin, and left him prosing on to
the German Ocean. He paused, however, a moment before descending the
companion stairs, and caught a few more words which, as the moon had now
set, John was confiding to the darkness.
'A couple more days, and we shall be back in England, where, y'know,
I think civilisation is overdone. My existence there is a perpetual
state of toadying and being toadied: you see, it's a place where the
serpent of social emulation creeps into our very beds, and hangs
suspended over our heads by a mere thread when we least expect him; and,
y'know, Esau----' But Esau had slunk down the stairs, and the rest of
this impassioned outburst is, we fear, lost to humanity.
_September 25._--We woke up to find ourselves just leaving
Christiansand, and soon reached the lighthouse at what the Skipper calls
'the bottom left-hand corner of Norway,' but remained in bed while we
glared at it through the port.
We were taking out a great number of emigrants for America, fine,
sturdy-looking young fellows, probably as hard as nails, and quite equal
to coping with the difficulties of a new country. They all looked so
cheery and full of hope and expectation, that we could not help thinking
rather sadly of the day when they will wake up to some of the unpleasant
realities of Yankee life, and wish themselves back again in their native
hills among their own simple-minded friends.
The day passed in the manner usual at sea when the water is smooth and
the ship goes merrily homeward bound. Hardly any one missed a
meal--rather a difference from the ordinary state of affairs in the wild
North Sea; and at evening the sun went down in a blaze of scarlet and
gold, which was reflected from the perfectly calm surface; and we turned
in with tranquil minds, even Esau being now reasonably hopeful of seeing
the Humber without suffering the pangs of starvation.
Esau is not a good sailor. On the last occasion of our return from
Norway he crossed by the 'Angelo' a fortnight before the Skipper; and
the latter, on arriving on board prepared for the voyage, saw the
steward, and asked him, 'What sort of a passage did you have last trip,
George?'
'Beautiful, sir. I never see a smoother sea.'
Then the Skipper went on, 'Did you see anything of Mr. Esau on the
voyage?'
To which George replied, 'I seen him come aboard.'
And this brief remark of George's conveyed a world of untold fact.
_September 26._--We dropped anchor outside Hull at half-past five this
evening, in the remainder of the very same drizzling rain that was going
on when we left England in July.
Hull on Sunday in a soaking rain is not a place to grow romantic about,
so we omit all reference to our first sensations and maledictions on our
return to our native climate, and proceed to a more agreeable
subject--dinner.
It was a merry meal in company with four of our fellow-passengers, who
were likewise returning from sport in Norway--two from salmon fishing,
two from red-deer stalking, and with whom there was consequently a bond
of sympathy.
With these kindred spirits, after British beef had been washed down with
British beer, a Skaal drunk in British champagne, and tongues were
loosened by the confidential pipe and British cigar, we chatted long and
pleasantly; wandering again with rod and gun among the rugged mountains
of that wild north land, recalling exploits performed, and perhaps
indulging in those mild and harmless exaggerations of doughty deeds
which no traveller or sportsman can resist. Already we found ourselves
forgetting the few disagreeable incidents that occurred during our trip,
and viewing everything through that rosy mist which happily arises
before all past hours of pleasure and discomfort alike. Too soon bedtime
put an end to our retrospect, and we slept the sleep of the wearied
traveller, with dreams of trout, ryper, and reindeer--steamboat,
cariole, and sleigh--mountain, lake, and river--tent and sæter--paddle
and pony--hurrying through our brains in wild confusion.
To-morrow, alas! we commence again a life of gilded misery and gloomy
magnificence. Give to us the untrammelled freedom of 'Gammle Norgé,' and
the humble crust of fladbrod----_with_ JAM.
[Illustration: 'FARVEL.' [Three at Home Again]]
_Spottiswoode & Co., Printers, New-street Square, London._
[Map: THE JOTUNFJELD
Showing various Routes to it.
E. Weller _Lith._]
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Typographical Errors (noted by transcriber):
The word "invisible" means that there is an appropriately sized blank
space, but the character itself is missing. Some names are written
differently in the List of Illustrations than elsewhere in the text;
these are not individually noted.
_... to that of all other sons of Adam._' [_final . missing_]
a delicious meal off trout, strawberries and cream
[_text unchanged: may be error for "of"_]
It is eleven miles long; very deep; very blue [_comma invisible_]
the name is a little difficult to pronounce [pronouce]
a delicious meal nearly ready cooked by Esau [delicions]
and often gets his deserts. [_final . missing_]
a hole in the ground [he ground]
they expected to meet their boat. [_final . missing_]
'I ran straight on, and following round the shoulder of the hill
[_open quote missing_]
to assist in the operations there going on. [_final . missing_]
while Öla undertook the labour. [_final . missing_]
taking the north side of the lake, Esau the south. [lake.]
Skipper: 'Let me blow it out.' [_close quote missing_]
without the deer seeing us [dear]
[Footnote 9: 'Pandecages,' pancakes.]
[Pandecagos _corrected from main text_]
to have our 'spise.' ... gravy from the 'boss pie' ...
[_single inner quotes as shown_]
'Öla also seemed to devour his food [_open quote missing_]
'We packed everything into the boat [_open quote invisible_]
carolling he drove his carjole and cajoled his horse
[_anomalous spelling "carjole" unchanged: may be intentional_]
as the moon had now set, John was confiding [_comma invisible_]
Phonetic spellings:
"Pandecages" with macron on second "a":
the vowel is broad, as in "father".
"cano" with breve over "a":
the speaker pronounced the word as "can" + "oh" (that is, neither
the Norwegian nor the correct English pronunciation).
"Gammle Norgé" ... "Queen Vict_oo_ria"
both represent Norwegian pronunciation: final "e" is not silent,
and "o" is pronounced like "continental" u.
Norwegian:
Written Norwegian has three extra vowels: æ, ø, å. At the time _Three in
Norway_ was published, the language generally used Danish spelling. Many
words written with "æ" would now use simple "e", and the letter "å"
(pronounced like "continental" o) was written "aa".
The letter "ø" is equivalent to "ö" ("o umlaut"); the correct letterform
may have been unavailable to the printer.
The spelling "Ragnild" (expected form "Ragnhild") is used consistently.
The forms "Bred Sjö" : "Bredsjö", "skin tukt" : "skintukt" (see
Berries), and Jotun Fjeld : Jotunfjeld each occur.
Double vowels representing a single long sound are rare except in a few
names; the macron on the first "u" in "Tronhuus" is redundant.
The inconsistent capitalization of "Ryper" : "ryper" is unchanged. The
plural form "ryper" is used throughout for both singular and plural.
Consistent o/ö (ø) errors:
Öla (the name) _for_ Ola
brod, fladbrod _for_ brød, fladbrød
Formö, kröne, mölte bær, spör, Strömkarl _for_ Formo, krone,
moltebær, spor, Stromkarl
Other uses of ö (ø) are correct: öl, öre, hö, sjö and any place names.
Words:
The men had been complaining that it was a 'dole vei' (bad road)
soon after the start, now they said it was 'schlamm'
[dårlig vei; slem]
Skoggaggany ... is merely the Norwegian for a scaup duck
[_one Norwegian translation says, in paraphrase, "we called it
Skoggaggany because we thought it sounded so Norwegian". If the
word is real, it should end in _-and_, "duck"._]
'Nei' was again the answer, and an ominous whisper of 'landsmand'
(the policeman) was plainly audible.
[lensmand, _now written_ -mann]
'Ingen dyr, ingen fresk spör, ingen gammle spör,' as the Norsk jäger
would remark
[_The spelling with ä for æ is anomalous. Modern Norwegian would
have "jeger", though "jæger" is correct for the time. The spelling
"spör" is here an error for "spor" (tracks)._]
the "jarraf," as they call it
[jærv, _now written_ jerv]
John, feeling at once genial and liberal, announced his intention
of buying a sheenfelt (sheepskin rug) for importation into England
[skinnfeld, _now written_ -fell]
Berries:
Most of the berries of the country are now just at their best, and
Memurudalen is a grand valley for all of them, except of course the
strawberry and raspberry, which will not grow at this altitude. But we
have 'klarkling' (the English crowberry) in great abundance; blau bær
(wimberry), the finest and best ever seen, in quantities; also 'skin
tukt,' another blue berry rather larger than a wimberry, and with a
thicker skin and wonderful bloom on it; this we think does not grow in
England. Then less numerous are a berry something between a raspberry
and a red currant, but of better flavour than either of them; and the
great and glorious 'mölte bær' (cloudberry); to say nothing of 'heste
bær,' and 'tutti bær,' and several others of unknown names. The last one
grows in England, but we have forgotten its name; they make jelly from
it here, and prize it highly for its acid taste.
'klarkling' (the English crowberry) [krekling]
blau bær (wimberry) [blåbær (_etymologically "blueberry", but not
the same as the American blueberry_)]
'skin tukt,' another blue berry
[_probably "blokkebær", also called "skinntryte"_]
something between a raspberry and a red currant [rips]
'mölte bær' (cloudberry) [moltebær, _also written "multebær"_]
'heste bær,' [_possibly "heggebær"_]
'tutti bær,' [tyttebær]
we have forgotten its name
[_English "lingonberry", from its Swedish name "lingon"_]
Song:
[Footnote 4: 'Brod,' bread. The word does not rhyme to god, being
pronounced something like Broat, but it looks as if it rhymed.]
[_The Norwegian word is "brød". Here the writers almost seem
to be talking about the German equivalent "Brot"._]
[Footnote 8: 'Stor,' big, pronounced Stora before a consonant.]
[_The writers have misunderstood a rule. The word does vary
between "stor" and "store", but the difference is grammatical,
not phonetic._]