The two fishermen repeated the a.s.sertion.
"Are you going on to Hjerting?" asked Ebbe.
"Certainly; my sympathizing friend, it is easy to travel nine miles[6]
with a severe wound in one"s chest. Find me a hut to lie down in and a doctor to put plaster on me, and I shall want nothing more just at present. I have the means to pay you for everything you do for me. And now not another question or another word, for I feel the greatest pain whenever I open my mouth to speak."
In the course of another hour the stranger was lying comfortably in Jorgen and Ebbe"s hut. He had reported himself to the Krigsraad as the first mate, Fourness, from Amrom. Jorgen had gone to Vaederso to ask a.s.sistance from the smith, who, in addition to his other accomplishments, also carried on secretly the profession of a medical man among the peasantry in the neighbourhood. Jorgen found the learned gentleman sitting in his smithy, surrounded by some countrymen, to whom he was reading aloud the political intelligence from a soiled provincial newspaper that was lying, spread open, upon his knees. In the furthest corner of the workshop an apprentice was busy shoeing two horses.
When Jorgen mentioned his errand, the smith put away his newspaper with alacrity, and instantly gave all his attention to the report of the case.
"Do you think you will be able to cure him, master," added the young fisherman, "or shall I go on to Ringkjobing, though it is so much farther off, for the doctor of the district?"
"I"ll tell you what, Jorgen," replied the smith, in a raised voice, and with a look that betokened the utmost self-confidence, "I will undertake to cure any creature who is not already dead, and even then sometimes they may be called back, as the worthy priest can testify, who knows that about Easter, last year, I brought back to life his brown filly, after it had been dead for nearly half-an-hour. If that can be done with a filly, I should think it can be done with a human being. Why not? But where is he wounded? In the head?"
"No; in the breast."
"So much the better. We must give him something. I shall take my pills with me; if they don"t set him to rights, you can order his grave to be dug. Come over the way, Jorgen, and let us have a dram together before we set off to cure the man."
The smith then left his workshop accompanied by Jorgen. His secret--the preparation of these wonderful pills--it may be mentioned here, was found out some years later, during an investigation which took place before the magistrates of Ringkjobing, on the occasion of the worthy smith being charged with culpable quackery. They were only made of rye bread and the juice of walnut leaves!
While Jorgen had gone to summon the smith, Ebbe had remained with the sufferer, who seemed to have become worse since he had landed, for he moaned repeatedly, and tossed about as if in pain on his bed. Ebbe sat by the window in silence, reflecting deeply upon the words of promise the stranger had let fall before he had left the wreck.
"What are you sitting there and waiting for?" asked the seaman, when he observed Ebbe.
"I am sitting here to see if you want any help before the doctor comes."
"Yes, I want something. Get me another gla.s.s of grog, and let it be warm and strong. Do you hear?"
"It is not good for you, mate. When Jorgen went away he said you were not to have more than one gla.s.s of grog, and you have already drunk three."
"You blackguard! mix me a gla.s.s directly. Don"t you think I am the best judge of what is good for me?"
Ebbe arose and went towards the fireplace, where a kettle of water was boiling. A bottle, half full, stood upon the table.
"It is too bad, when rum is so dear with us in these parts," muttered the fisherman, while he mixed the grog. The stranger took no notice of him. "I had to give three marks for the pint I bought for you."
The mate still remained silent.
"Please to remember, mate, that the money spent for your rum was mine,"
said Ebbe, in a surly tone.
"Oh yes, I shall remember it. Make yourself easy; you shall have your money back. What are three marks to me? I could cover you with gold, if it were not a useless expense."
Ebbe"s eyes sparkled, and he looked with reverence at the unknown, as he approached the bed with the desired grog. The mate raised himself, seized the gla.s.s, and emptied it at one draught.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, while his face was distorted with pain, "that _was_ warm! It burned me more than the confounded wound, but it will do me good for all that."
"No doubt you have made many long voyages, sir?" said the fisherman, after a short silence.
"Yes, I have," replied the stranger; "you may swear to that."
"And is that how you have gathered so much money?"
"What money?" asked the mate.
"That which might cover me with gold, if you liked."
"Oh, to be sure--no, indeed! That would have been impossible. The money I own I could not have made myself if I had been as old as the German Ocean."
"Mercy on us! How can you carry so much money about with you?"
"Who said that I carried it about with me? Blockhead! I have disposed of it better than that. The earth keeps it safely for me; I can take it when I want it; and I intend to take it up as soon as I am well. Then we shall have a jolly life. It has been long enough of commencing. But don"t talk any more to me now; the pain is increasing."
Shortly after Jorgen, accompanied by the smith, entered the hut. The shipwrecked guest turned his face towards the wall as they approached, but on Jorgen"s informing him that the doctor had come, he muttered a few unintelligible words, and then stretched forth his hand, without altering his position. The smith evidently misunderstood the meaning of the action, for he laid hold of the outstretched hand and shook it heartily, while he said in a cheerful tone, "Good morning."
"The mischief take you!" cried the sailor, as he raised himself quickly. "What sort of a doctor is that you have brought me, young man?
I put out my hand that he might feel my pulse, as they always used to do at the hospitals, and he wrings it so furiously that I feel the shock through my whole body. Confound it!"
When the smith heard these words, which were spoken in the Low-German dialect, his scarlet face a.s.sumed a very benignant expression.
"So you are a German!" he exclaimed, in the same dialect; "then we are almost countrymen. So much the better. I have nothing to do with your pulse, my good friend, and I should like to ask any sensible man, what use there would be in feeling the arm when the wound is in the breast.
Turn over a little bit towards the window, and let us see what the injury is. If you are not able to move yourself, let me get hold of you, and I will turn you in the twinkling of an eye."
There was something in the smith"s sharp and determined way of speaking that seemed to please the stranger; he turned towards the light, and opened his vest and his under-garment. However rough and unsusceptible the three spectators might have been, they all started back at the sight of the frightful wound which they beheld before them.
"Well, what do you say to this?" asked the sufferer.
"Heavens and earth!" cried the smith, grasping his own hair tightly in his dismay. "This really does look dangerous! I would rather have to deal with a horse in the worst case of staggers, than to cure such an awful hurt. The person who expects to set you to rights must indeed look sharp."
"Of course you must look sharp; but only standing staring at me won"t be of any use," said Fourness. "What do you think of doing with it?"
"You must have a good large plaster on it; and you must take some medicine. I have brought my pills with me."
"The plaster with all my heart; get it ready at once; but I"ll have none of your pills. I once swallowed a whole boxful of pills, and they did not do me the least good."
"But you _must_ take the pills," replied the smith, decidedly. "There is no use in jabbering about your past experience, my good man; you have got a nasty wound in your chest, as you see yourself, but you also feel ill internally, don"t you?"
"To be sure I do."
"Now listen. I know what I am about. A breast like yours resembles a watch that has been smashed almost to pieces. What would be the use of putting in a new gla.s.s if the works inside were not repaired also? So you must take the pills; and if you make any fuss about it, we shall have to hold you fast, stick the handle of a hammer in your mouth to keep it open, and so pop them down your throat. _I_ know how to manage you."
The mate felt himself too weak to struggle with his powerful medical attendant, and he made no further objections. The smith cast a significant glance towards the two young fishermen as he betook himself to the table, where he set about spreading an enormous pitch plaster.
"Come, this will do you good!" he said, when he returned to the bed to put the plaster on the wound. "And see, here is a packet of pills. I shall give you some of these at once; and if you should be worse before I come back, you must take half-a-dozen more; they will certainly relieve you. I shall call again early in the evening."
The wound was bandaged; and, after giving a few directions, the smith left the hut. Towards the afternoon the invalid became much worse, in spite of the remedies which had been applied. The wound burned under the pitch plaster; he tore it off; and, cursing and swearing, he refused to take any more of the prescribed pills. In this state the smith found him in the evening.
"How do you _really_ think that he is?" asked Ebbe, who had called the learned man aside.