Beyond this the boy did not come in for anything better on that day than usual, but all the same he had a solemn feeling all day. The sun never failed to shine--was even unusually bright; and the animals looked meaningly at him while they lay munching. "It"s my birthday to-day!" he said, hanging with his arms round the neck of Nero, one of the bullocks.
"Can you say "A happy birthday"?" And Nero breathed warm breath down his back, together with green juice from his chewing; and Pelle went about happy, and stole green corn to give to him and to his favorite calf, kept the new knife--or whatever it might have been--in his hand the whole day long, and dwelt in a peculiarly solemn way upon everything he did. He could make the whole of the long day swell with a festive feeling; and when he went to bed he tried to keep awake so as to make the day longer still.
Nevertheless, Midsummer Eve was in its way a greater day; it had at any rate the glamour of the unattainable over it. On that day everything that could creek and walk went up to the Common; there was not a servant on the whole island so poor-spirited as to submit to the refusal of a holiday on that day--none except just La.s.se and Pelle.
Every year they had seen the day come and go without sharing in its pleasure. "Some one must stay at home, confound it!" said the bailiff always. "Or perhaps you think I can do it all for you?" They had too little power to a.s.sert themselves. La.s.se helped to pack appetizing food and beverages into the carts, and see the others off, and then went about despondently--one man to all the work. Pelle watched from the field their merry departure and the white stripe of dust far away behind the rocks. And for half a year afterward, at meals, they heard reminiscences of drinking and fighting and love-making--the whole festivity.
But this was at an end. La.s.se was not the man to continue to let himself be trifled with. He possessed a woman"s affection, and a house in the background. He could give notice any day he liked. The magistrate was presumably busy with the prescribed advertising for Madam Olsen"s husband, and as soon as the lawful respite was over, they would come together.
La.s.se no longer sought to avoid the risk of dismissal. As long ago as the winter, he had driven the bailiff into a corner, and only agreed to be taken on again upon the express condition that they both took part in the Midsummer Eve outing; and he had witnesses to it. On the Common, where all lovers held tryst that day, La.s.se and she were to meet too, but of this Pelle knew nothing.
"To-day we can say the day after to-morrow, and to-morrow we can say to-morrow," Pelle went about repeating to his father two evenings before the day. He had kept an account of the time ever since May Day, by making strokes for all the days on the inside of the lid of the chest, and crossing them out one by one.
"Yes, and the day after to-morrow we shall say to-day," said La.s.se, with a juvenile fling.
They opened their eyes upon an incomprehensibly brilliant world, and did not at first remember that this was the day. La.s.se had antic.i.p.ated his wages to the amount of five krones, and had got an old cottager to do his work--for half a krone and his meals. "It"s not a big wage," said the man; "but if I give you a hand, perhaps the Almighty"ll give me one in return."
"Well, we"ve no one but Him to hold to, we poor creatures," answered La.s.se. "But I shall thank you in my grave."
The cottager arrived by four o"clock, and La.s.se was able to begin his holiday from that hour. Whenever he was about to take a hand in the work, the other said: "No, leave it alone! I"m sure you"ve not often had a holiday."
"No; this is the first real holiday since I came to the farm," said La.s.se, drawing himself up with a lordly air.
Pelle was in his best clothes from the first thing in the morning, and went about smiling in his shirt-sleeves and with his hair plastered down with water; his best cap and jacket were not to be put on until they were going to start. When the sun shone upon his face, it sparkled like dewy gra.s.s. There was nothing to trouble about; the animals were in the enclosure and the bailiff was going to look after them himself.
He kept near his father, who had brought this about. Father La.s.se was powerful! "What a good thing you threatened to leave!" he kept on exclaiming. And La.s.se always gave the same answer: "Ay, you must carry things with a high hand if you want to gain anything in this world!"--and nodded with a consciousness of power.
They were to have started at eight o"clock, but the girls could not get the provisions ready in time. There were jars of stewed gooseberries, huge piles of pancakes, a hard-boiled egg apiece, cold veal and an endless supply of bread and b.u.t.ter. The carriage boxes could not nearly hold it all, so large baskets were pushed in under the seats. In the front was a small cask of beer, covered with green oats to keep the sun from it; and there was a whole keg of spirits and three bottles of cold punch. Almost the entire bottom of the large spring-wagon was covered, so that it was difficult to find room for one"s feet.
After all, Fru Kongstrup showed a proper feeling for her servants when she wanted to. She went about like a kind mistress and saw that everything was well packed and that nothing was wanting. She was not like Kongstrup, who always had to have a bailiff between himself and them. She even joked and did her best, and it was evident that whatever else there might be to say against her, she wanted them to have a merry day. That her face was a little sad was not to be wondered at, as the farmer had driven out that morning with her young relative.
At last the girls were ready, and every one got in--in high spirits. The men inadvertently sat upon the girls" laps and jumped up in alarm. "Oh, oh! I must have gone too near a stove!" cried the rogue Mons, rubbing himself behind. Even the mistress could not help laughing.
"Isn"t Erik going with us?" asked his old sweetheart Bengta, who still had a warm spot in her heart for him.
The bailiff whistled shrilly twice, and Erik came slowly up from the barn, where he had been standing and keeping watch upon his master.
"Won"t you go with them to the woods to-day, Erik man?" asked the bailiff kindly. Erik stood twisting his big body and murmuring something that no one could understand, and then made an unwilling movement with one shoulder.
"You"d better go with them," said the bailiff, pretending he was going to take him and put him into the cart. "Then I shall have to see whether I can get over the loss."
Those in the cart laughed, but Erik shuffled off down through the yard, with his dog-like glance directed backward at the bailiff"s feet, and stationed himself at the corner of the stable, where he stood watching.
He held his cap behind his back, as boys do when they play at "Robbers."
"He"s a queer customer!" said Mons. Then Karl Johan guided the horses carefully through the gate, and they set off with a crack of the whip.
Along all the roads, vehicles were making their way toward the highest part of the island, filled to overflowing with merry people, who sat on one another"s laps and hung right over the sides. The dust rose behind the conveyances and hung white in the air in stripes miles in length, that showed how the roads lay like spokes in a wheel all pointing toward the middle of the island. The air hummed with merry voices and the strains of concertinas. They missed Gustav"s playing now--yes, and Bodil"s pretty face, that always shone so brightly on a day like this.
Pelle had the appet.i.te of years of fasting for the great world, and devoured everything with his eyes. "Look there, father! Just look!"
Nothing escaped him. It made the others cheerful to look at him--he was so rosy and pretty. He wore a newly-washed blue blouse under his waistcoat, which showed at the neck and wrists and did duty as collar and cuffs; but Fair Maria bent back from the box-seat, where she was sitting alone with Karl Johan, and tied a very white scarf round his neck, and Karna, who wanted to be motherly to him, went over his face with a corner of her pocket-handkerchief, which she moistened with her tongue. She was rather officious, but for that matter it was quite conceivable that the boy might have got dirty again since his thorough morning wash.
The side roads continued to pour their contents out on to the high-roads, and there was soon a whole river of conveyances, extending as far as the eye could see in both directions. One would hardly have believed that there were so many vehicles in the whole world! Karl Johan was a good driver to have; he was always pointing with his whip and telling them something. He knew all about every single house. They were beyond the farms and tillage by now; but on the heath, where self-sown birch and aspen trees stood fluttering restlessly in the summer air, there stood desolate new houses with bare, plastered walls, and not so much as a henbane in the window or a bit of curtain. The fields round them were as stony as a newly-mended road, and the crops were a sad sight; the corn was only two or three inches in height, and already in ear. The people here were all Swedish servants who had saved a little--and had now become land-owners. Karl Johan knew a good many of them.
"It looks very miserable," said La.s.se, comparing in his own mind the stones here with Madam Olsen"s fat land.
"Oh, well," answered the head man, "it"s not of the very best, of course; but the land yields something, anyhow." And he pointed to the fine large heaps of road-metal and hewn stone that surrounded every cottage. "If it isn"t exactly grain, it gives something to live on; and then it"s the only land that"ll suit poor people"s purses." He and Fair Maria were thinking of settling down here themselves. Kongstrup had promised to help them to a farm with two horses when they married.
In the wood the birds were in the middle of their morning song; they were later with it here than in the sandbanks plantation, it seemed. The air sparkled brightly, and something invisible seemed to rise from the undergrowth; it was like being in a church with the sun shining down through tall windows and the organ playing. They drove round the foot of a steep cliff with overhanging trees, and into the wood.
It was almost impossible to thread your way through the crowd of unharnessed horses and vehicles. You had to have all your wits about you to keep from damaging your own and other people"s things. Karl Johan sat watching both his fore wheels, and felt his way on step by step; he was like a cat in a thunderstorm, he was so wary. "Hold your jaw!" he said sharply, when any one in the cart opened his lips. At last they found room to unharness, and a rope was tied from tree to tree to form a square in which the horses were secured. Then they got out the curry-combs--goodness, how dusty it had been! And at last--well, no one said anything, but they all stood expectant, half turned in the direction of the head man.
"Well, I suppose we ought to go into the wood and look at the view," he said.
They turned it over as they wandered aimlessly round the cart, looking furtively at the provisions.
"If only it"ll keep!" said Anders, lifting a basket.
"I don"t know how it is, but I feel so strange in my inside to-day,"
Mons began. "It can"t be consumption, can it?"
"Perhaps we ought to taste the good things first, then?" said Karl Johan.
Yes--oh, yes--it came at last!
Last year they had eaten their dinner on the gra.s.s. It was Bodil who had thought of that; she was always a little fantastic. This year n.o.body would be the one to make such a suggestion. They looked at one another a little expectant; and they then climbed up into the cart and settled themselves there just like other decent people. After all, the food was the same.
The pancakes were as large and thick as a saucepan-lid. It reminded them of Erik, who last year had eaten ten of them.
"It"s a pity he"s not here this year!" said Karl Johan. "He was a merry devil."
"He"s not badly off," said Mons. "Gets his food and clothes given him, and does nothing but follow at the bailiff"s heels and copy him. And he"s always contented now. I wouldn"t a bit mind changing with him."
"And run about like a dog with its nose to the ground sniffing at its master"s footsteps? Oh no, not I!"
"Whatever you may say, you must remember that it"s the Almighty Himself who"s taken his wits into safekeeping," said La.s.se admonishingly; and for a little while they were quite serious at the thought.
But seriousness could not claim more than was its due. Anders wanted to rub his leg, but made a mistake and caught hold of Lively Sara"s, and made her scream; and this so fl.u.s.tered his hand that it could not find its way up, but went on making mistakes, and there was much laughter and merriment.
Karl Johan was not taking much part in the hilarity; he looked as if he were pondering something. Suddenly he roused himself and drew out his purse. "Here goes!" he said stoutly. "I"ll stand beer! Bavarian beer, of course. Who"ll go and fetch it?"
Mons leaped quickly from the cart. "How many?"
"Four." Karl Johan"s eye ran calculating over the cart. "No; just bring five, will you? That"ll be a half each," he said easily. "But make sure that it"s real Bavarian beer they give you."
There was really no end to the things that Karl Johan knew about; and he said the name "Bavarian beer" with no more difficulty than others would have in turning a quid in their mouth. But of course he was a trusted man on the farm now and often drove on errands into the town.
This raised their spirits and awakened curiosity, for most of them had never tasted Bavarian beer before. La.s.se and Pelle openly admitted their inexperience; but Anders pretended he had got drunk on it more than once, though every one knew it was untrue.
Mons returned, moving cautiously, with the beer in his arms; it was a precious commodity. They drank it out of the large dram-gla.s.ses that were meant for the punch. In the town, of course, they drank beer out of huge mugs, but Karl Johan considered that that was simply swilling.
The girls refused to drink, but did it after all, and were delighted.