"They"re always like that," said Mons, "when you offer them something really good." They became flushed with the excitement of the occurrence, and thought they were drunk. La.s.se took away the taste of his beer with a dram; he did not like it at all. "I"m too old," he said, in excuse.
The provisions were packed up again, and they set out in a body to see the view. They had to make their way through a perfect forest of carts to reach the pavilion. Horses were neighing and flinging up their hind legs, so that the bark flew off the trees. Men hurled themselves in among them, and tugged at their mouths until they quieted down again, while the women screamed and ran hither and thither like frightened hens, with skirts lifted.
From the top they could form some idea of the number of people. On the sides of the hill and in the wood beyond the roads--everywhere carts covered the ground; and down at the triangle where the two wide high-roads met, new loads were continually turning in. "There must be far more than a thousand pairs of horses in the wood to-day," said Karl Johan. Yes, far more! There were a million, if not more, thought Pelle.
He was quite determined to get as much as possible out of everything to-day.
There stood the Bridge Farm cart, and there came the people from Hammersholm, right out at the extreme north of the island. Here were numbers of people from the sh.o.r.e farms at Dove Point and Ronne and Nekso--the whole island was there. But there was no time now to fall in with acquaintances. "We shall meet this afternoon!" was the general cry.
Karl Johan led the expedition; it was one of a head man"s duties to know the way about the Common. Fair Maria kept faithfully by his side, and every one could see how proud she was of him. Mons walked hand in hand with Lively Sara, and they went swinging along like a couple of happy children. Bengta and Anders had some difficulty in agreeing; they quarrelled every other minute, but they did not mean much by it. And Karna made herself agreeable.
They descended into a swamp, and went up again by a steep ascent where the great trees stood with their feet in one another"s necks. Pelle leaped about everywhere like a young kid. In under the firs there were anthills as big as hayc.o.c.ks, and the ants had broad trodden paths running like foothpaths between the trees, on and on endlessly; a mult.i.tude of hosts pa.s.sed backward and forward upon those roads. Under some small fir-trees a hedgehog was busy attacking a wasps" nest; it poked its nose into the nest, drew it quickly back, and sneezed. It looked wonderfully funny, but Pelle had to go on after the others. And soon he was far ahead of them, lying on his face in a ditch where he had smelt wild strawberries.
La.s.se could not keep pace with the younger people up the hill, and it was not much better with Karna. "We"re getting old, we two," she said, as they toiled up, panting.
"Oh, are we?" was La.s.se"s answer. He felt quite young in spirit; it was only breath that he was short of.
"I expect you think very much as I do; when you"ve worked for others for so many years, you feel you want something of your own."
"Yes, perhaps," said La.s.se evasively.
"One wouldn"t come to it quite empty-handed, either--if it should happen."
"Oh, indeed!"
Karna continued in this way, but La.s.se was always sparing with his words, until they arrived at the Rockingstone, where the others were standing waiting. That was a block and a half! Fifty tons it was said to weigh, and yet Mons and Anders could rock it by putting a stick under one end of it.
"And now we ought to go to the Robbers" Castle," said Karl Johan, and they trudged on, always up and down. La.s.se did his utmost to keep beside the others, for he did not feel very brave when he was alone with Karna.
What a fearful quant.i.ty of trees there were! And not all of one sort, as in other parts of the world. There were birches and firs, beech and larch and mountain ash all mixed together, and ever so many cherry-trees. The head man lead them across a little, dark lake that lay at the foot of the rock, staring up like an evil eye. "It was here that Little Anna drowned her baby--she that was betrayed by her master," he said lingeringly. They all knew the story, and stood silent over the lake; the girls had tears in their eyes.
As they stood there silent, thinking of Little Anna"s sad fate, an unspeakably soft note came up to them, followed by a long, affecting sobbing. They moved nearer to one another. "Oh, Lord!" whispered Fair Maria, shivering. "That"s the baby"s soul crying!" Pelle stiffened as he listened, and cold waves seemed to flow down his back.
"Why, that"s a nightingale," said Karl Johan, "Don"t you even know that?
There are hundreds of them in these woods, and they sing in the middle of the day." This was a relief to the older people, but Pelle"s horror was not so easily thrown off. He had gazed into the depths of the other world, and every explanation glanced off him.
But then came the Robbers" Castle as a great disappointment. He had imagined it peopled with robbers, and it was only some old ruins that stood on a little hill in the middle of a bog. He went by himself all round the bottom of it to see if there were not a secret underground pa.s.sage that led down to the water. If there were, he would get hold of his father without letting the others know, and make his way in and look for the chests of money; or else there would be too many to share in it.
But this was forgotten as a peculiar scent arrested his attention, and he came upon a piece of ground that was green with lily-of-the-valley plants that still bore a few flowers, and where there were wild strawberries. There were so many that he had to go and call the others.
But this was also forgotten as he made his way through the underwood to get up. He had lost the path and gone astray in the damp, chilly darkness under the cliff. Creeping plants and thorns wove themselves in among the overhanging branches, and made a thick, low roof. He could not see an opening anywhere, and a strange green light came through the matted branches, the ground was slippery with moisture and decaying substances; from the cliff hung quivering fern-fronds with their points downward, and water dripping from them like wet hair. Huge tree-roots, like the naked bodies of black goblins writhing to get free, lay stretched across the rocks. A little further on, the sun made a patch of burning fire in the darkness, and beyond it rose a bluish vapor and a sound as of a distant threshing-machine.
Pelle stood still, and his terror grew until his knees trembled; then he set off running as if he were possessed. A thousand shadow-hands stretched out after him as he ran; and he pushed his way through briars and creepers with a low cry. The daylight met him with the force of a blow, and something behind him had a firm grasp on his clothes; he had to shout for Father La.s.se with all his might before it let go.
And there he stood right out in the bog, while high up above his head the others sat, upon a point of rock all among the trees. From up there it looked as if the world were all tree-tops, rising and falling endlessly; there was foliage far down beneath your feet and out as far as the eye could see, up and down. You were almost tempted to throw yourself into it, it looked so invitingly soft. As a warning to the others, Karl Johan had to tell them about the tailor"s apprentice, who jumped out from a projecting rock here, just because the foliage looked so temptingly soft, Strange to say, he escaped with his life; but the high tree he fell through stripped him of every st.i.tch of clothing.
Mons had been teasing Sara by saying that he was going to jump down, but now he drew back cautiously. "I don"t want to risk my confirmation clothes," he said, trying to look good.
After all, the most remarkable thing of all was the Horseman Hill with the royal monument. The tower alone! Not a bit of wood had been used in it, only granite; and you went round and round and round. "You"re counting the steps, I suppose?" said Karl Johan admonishingly. Oh, yes, they were all counting to themselves.
It was clear weather, and the island lay spread out beneath them in all its luxuriance. The very first thing the men wanted to do was to try what it was like to spit down; but the girls were giddy and kept together in a cl.u.s.ter in the middle of the platform. The churches were counted under Karl Johan"s able guidance, and all the well-known places pointed out. "There"s Stone Farm, too," said Anders, pointing to something far off toward the sea. It was not Stone Farm, but Karl Johan could say to a nicety behind which hill it ought to lie, and then they recognized the quarries.
La.s.se took no part in this. He stood quite still, gazing at the blue line of the Swedish coast that stood out far away upon the shining water. The sight of his native land made him feel weak and old; he would probably never go home again, although he would have dearly liked to see Bengta"s grave once more. Ah yes, and the best that could happen to one would be to be allowed to rest by her side, when everything else was ended. At this moment he regretted that he had gone into exile in his old age. He wondered what Kungstorp looked like now, whether the new people kept the land cultivated at all. And all the old acquaintances--how were they getting on? His old-man"s reminiscences came over him so strongly that for a time he forgot Madam Olsen and everything about her. He allowed himself to be lulled by past memories, and wept in his heart like a little child. Ah! it was dreary to live away from one"s native place and everything in one"s old age; but if it only brought a blessing on the laddie in some way or other, it was all as it should be.
"I suppose that"s the King"s Copenhagen [Footnote: Country-people speak of Copenhagen as "the King"s Copehagen."] we see over there?" asked Anders.
"It"s Sweden," said La.s.se quietly.
"Sweden, is it? But it lay on that side last year, if I remember rightly."
"Yes, of course! What else should the world go round for?" exclaimed Mons.
Anders was just about to take this in all good faith when he caught a grimace that Mons made to the others. "Oh, you clever monkey!" he cried, and sprang at Mons, who dashed down the stone stairs; and the sound of their footsteps came up in a hollow rumble as out of a huge cask. The girls stood leaning against one another, rocking gently and gazing silently at the shining water that lay far away round the island. The giddiness had made them languid.
"Why, your eyes are quite dreamy!" said Karl Johan, trying to take them all into his embrace. "Aren"t you coming down with us?"
They were all fairly tired now. No one said anything, for of course Karl Johan was leading; but the girls showed an inclination to sit down.
"Now there"s only the Echo Valley left," he said encouragingly, "and that"s on our way back. We must do that, for it"s well worth it. You"ll hear an echo there that hasn"t its equal anywhere."
They went slowly, for their feet were tender with the leather boots and much aimless walking; but when they had come down the steep cliff into the valley and had drunk from the spring, they brightened up. Karl Johan stationed himself with legs astride, and called across to the cliff: "What"s Karl Johan"s greatest treat?" And the echo answered straight away: "Eat!" It was exceedingly funny, and they all had to try it, each with his or her name--even Pelle. When that was exhausted, Mons made up a question which made the echo give a rude answer.
"You mustn"t teach it anything like that," said La.s.se. "Just suppose some fine ladies were to come here, and he started calling that out after them?" They almost killed themselves with laughing at the old man"s joke, and he was so delighted at the applause that he went on repeating it to himself on the way back. Ha, ha! he wasn"t quite fit for the sc.r.a.p-heap yet.
When they got back to the cart they were ravenously hungry and settled down to another meal. "You must have something to keep you up when you"re wandering about like this," said Mons.
"Now then," said Karl Johan, when they had finished, "every one may do what they like; but at nine sharp we meet here again and drive home."
Up on the open ground, La.s.se gave Pelle a secret nudge, and they began to do business with a cake-seller until the others had got well ahead.
"It"s not nice being third wheel in a carriage," said La.s.se. "We two"ll go about by ourselves for a little now."
La.s.se was craning his neck. "Are you looking for any one?" asked Pelle.
"No, no one in particular; but I was wondering where all these people come from. There are people from all over the country, but I haven"t seen any one from the village yet."
"Don"t you think Madam Olsen"ll be here to-day?"
"Can"t say," said La.s.se; "but it would be nice to see her, and there"s something I want to say to her, too. Your eyes are young; you must keep a lookout."
Pelle was given fifty ore to spend on whatever he liked. Round the ground sat the poor women of the Heath at little stalls, from which they sold colored sugar-sticks, gingerbread and two-ore cigars. In the meantime he went from woman to woman, and bought of each for one or two ore.
Away under the trees stood blind Hoyer, who had come straight from Copenhagen with new ballads. There was a crowd round him. He played the tune upon his concertina, his little withered wife sang to it, and the whole crowd sang carefully with her. Those who had learnt the tunes went away singing, and others pushed forward into their place and put down their five-ore piece.
La.s.se and Pelle stood on the edge of the crowd listening. There was no use in paying money before you knew what you would get for it; and anyhow the songs would be all over the island by to-morrow, and going gratis from mouth to mouth. "A Man of Eighty--a new and pleasant ballad about how things go when a decrepit old man takes a young wife!" shouted Hoyer in a hoa.r.s.e voice, before the song began. La.s.se didn"t care very much about that ballad; but then came a terribly sad one about the sailor George Semon, who took a most tender farewell of his sweetheart--
"And said, When here I once more stand, We to the church will go hand in hand."
But he never did come back, for the storm was over them for forty-five days, provisions ran short, and the girl"s lover went mad. He drew his knife upon the captain, and demanded to be taken home to his bride; and the captain shot him down. Then the others threw themselves upon the corpse, carried it to the galley, and made soup of it.
"The girl still waits for her own true love, Away from the sh.o.r.e she will not move.
Poor maid, she"s hoping she still may wed, And does not know that her lad is dead."