The Danes Sketched by Themselves.
Vol. I.
by Various.
COUSIN CARL.
FROM THE DANISH OF CARL BERNHARD.
PART I.
When I was a young man about twenty years of age, I was a sad hair-brained fellow. I lived entirely in the pa.s.sing hour, the time gone by was quite forgotten, and about the future I never took the trouble to think a moment. Inclined to every possible species of foolish prank, I was always ready to rush headlong into any kind of frolic--anything that promised fun, even if that were a row; and never did I let slip the opportunity of amusing myself. I was a living proof that proverbs are not always infallible; for if "bought wit is best,"
that is to say, wisdom bought by experience, I must have become wise long ago; if "a burned child or a scalded cat dreads the fire," I was singed and scalded often enough to have felt some dread; and "to pay the piper" had frequently fallen upon me. But I was none the wiser or more prudent. This preface was necessary in order to introduce the following episode of my mirth-loving youthful days.
My father thought that the best way of breaking off my intimacy with a somewhat riotous clique of young men, in whose jovial society I pa.s.sed a good deal of my time, was to send me to Hamburg, where I was placed in the counting-house of a merchant, who was expected to keep a strict watch over me, on account of his well-known reputation for the most rigid morality; as if one could not find pleasant society in Hamburg if one were inclined to be gay! Before fourteen days had elapsed, I had at least three times outwitted the worthy man"s vigilance, and twice out of these three times had not got home till close upon the dawn of day, without having been engaged in any fray; a pretty fair evidence that I sought good company, where the risk of getting a drubbing existed between the hours of one and three. But fate spread her protecting hand over me, and at the expiration of a year I returned safe and sound to Copenhagen, bringing back with me much experience in all manner of jolly diversions, and no small desire to carry my knowledge of them into continued practice.
I was of course destined to be bound hand and foot with the counting-house chains; but before putting them on I obtained leave to take a month"s holiday in the country, and visit my uncles and my aunts in various parts of Zealand. One fine afternoon in the month of September, I sought out a common conveyance, such as is used by the peasantry, to take me the first few miles of my journey; and with my knapsack in my hand I was standing in the court-yard of the inn ready to step into the rustic carriage, when a servant entered the court and asked if there were any opportunity for Kjoge.
"That person standing there is going straight to Kjoge," said the ostler of the inn.
The servant touched his hat. "Here is a letter which it is of great consequence to my master should reach Kerporal"s Inn at ----, where a private carriage will be waiting for him; he is not able to go where he is expected, as he has been taken ill. I would give the letter to the driver, but fear he might lose it."
"Well, let me have it," said I. "I will be your master"s messenger.
What is his name?" He mentioned a name quite unknown to me. I pocketed the letter, and drove off.
My usual good luck did not attend me on this journey. In general I seldom drove a mile without meeting with some little adventure, if no better than taking up a pa.s.senger on the road, or mystifying some good-natured countryman, or playing the fool with some coquettish barmaid; but this time everything seemed bewitched, and I was tired to death. The Kjoge road is the stupidest of all possible roads--the wayfarers are too ragged and dirty for anyone to venture to take them up, the peasantry are deeper than coal-pits in cunning, and the barmaids are either as ugly as sin or engaged to the tapsters and cellarmen--in both cases disqualified for the situations they fill. I was dreadfully _ennuye_, and, as if to add to my despair, one of the horses became lame, and they proceeded leisurely, step by step, at a snail"s pace.
Whoever has felt as weary of his own company on a journey as I did, if he will put himself in my place, will not think it strange that I sometimes got out of the vehicle and walked, sometimes jumped in again, sometimes sang, sometimes whistled, sometimes thrust my hands into my pockets playing with everything there, then dragged them out and b.u.t.toned up my coat. But all this impatient rummaging in my pockets did no good to the stranger"s letter, which became so crushed and crumpled that at last I discovered with some dismay that it looked more like a sc.r.a.p of soiled paper than a respectable letter. It was in such a condition that it would be scarcely possible to deliver it--it was really almost in tatters. There was nothing to be done but to gain a knowledge of its contents, and deliver the same verbally to the coachman. Luckily the person who had sent it did not know who I was.
With the help of a little conjecture, I at length extracted from the maltreated epistle pretty much what follows:--
"Dear Uncle,--I have duly received your esteemed favour of the 7th instant, and see by it that my father had informed you of my arrival in Copenhagen by the steam-boat, and that you are so good as to say you would send your carriage to meet me on the 11th, about seven o"clock in the evening, at Kerporal"s Inn, in order to convey me from thence to your house. A severe cold, which I caught on the voyage, obliges me to keep my room for the present, and to put off my visit to your dear unknown family for eight days or so. In making this communication I beg to a.s.sure you of my sincere regret at the delay, and to offer my best compliments to my beautiful cousins." Then came one or two inflated and pedantic paragraphs, and the letter was subscribed
"Respectfully yours,
"Carl."
The short and the long of the matter was that he would come in a week, being detained by a bad cold. "Well, these interesting communications can be made in a few words to the coachman. It is surprising how much paper people think it necessary to waste when they want to trump up a reason for not doing anything!" With this sage remark I threw the letter down on the road, where it must speedily have become utterly illegible, for--one evil more--a shower came on, and it soon increased till the rain fell in torrents. Misfortunes, it is said, never come alone; on the contrary, pieces of good fortune seldom come in pairs.
At length we approached Kerporal"s Inn. It was pouring of rain, it was eight o"clock, and it was already almost dark. A travelling-carriage was waiting under a shed, and its horses were stamping as if with impatience at a long detention. The gifts of fortune are surely very unequally distributed, methought, as I reflected on the solitary journey before me, and that it was impossible I could reach my uncle"s parsonage until very late at night.
"To whom does that carriage belong?" I asked.
"It belongs to the Just.i.tsraad,[1] at ---- Court," replied the coachman. This place was situated about a mile[2] from my uncle"s house.
"Oh! then it is you who are waiting for a gentleman from Copenhagen?"
said I.
"Yes, sir. And since you are the gentleman, we had as well set off as fast as we can. The horses are baited, and we shall have no better weather this evening, sir," said the coachman.
"Done!" thought I. "This is not such a bad idea. I shall get so far dry and snugly; I can get out at the gate, or else carry the message myself. People are so hospitable in the country that they will surely offer me a night"s lodging, and at an early hour to-morrow I shall proceed on foot to my uncle"s house." So the journey was not to be ended without an adventure.
It is pleasant to exchange a hard, wet conveyance, little better than a cart, which goes crawling along, for a comfortable carriage getting over the ground at a brisk pace; so I yielded to the temptation, and deposited myself in the latter, whilst I envied the pedant who could travel in such luxurious ease to beautiful unknown cousins--I who had neither equipages nor cousins--and he could stay at home to take care of his cold! _I_ would not have done that in _his_ place. The three miles[3] were soon got over--in fact, they did not seem more than one mile to me; for during the two last I was fast asleep, the carriage having rocked me into slumbers as gently as if it had been a cradle.
Suddenly it stopped, and as suddenly I awoke in a state of utter unconsciousness as to where I was. In a moment the door was opened, lights and voices around bewildered me still more, and I was almost dragged out of the carriage.
"It is he--it is cousin Carl!" was shouted in my ears, and the circle pressed more closely around me.
I was at ---- Court. I was about to execute my commission in the best manner I could, and make some apology for having brought the message myself instead of having delivered it to the coachman, when I spied a charming-looking little cousin, who thrust her pretty head forward with evident curiosity. How pretty she was! I could not take my eyes off of her, and stood staring at her for a moment in silence; but during that moment"s silence I had been kindly welcomed by the family as "Cousin Carl"--I who was only his unworthy messenger. Was I not in luck?
The Just.i.tsraad carried me straight to the dining-room, and they sat down immediately to table, as if their repast had been r.e.t.a.r.ded on my important account. I know not how I carried off my embarra.s.sment; every moment my situation was becoming more and more painful; my spirits sank, and my usual effrontery ... ah! it failed me at the very time that I needed it most.
We were quite a family party. There were but the uncle; his wife, who was a pleasant, good-looking, elderly lady, apparently about fifty; cousin Jette, who was pale and silent, but seemed very interesting; cousin Hanne, the charming little Venus who had caused my awkward position; and cousin Thomas, a lanky, overgrown boy, about twelve years of age, with long arms in jacket-sleeves too short for them. From sheer flurry I ate as if I had not seen food for a fortnight, and with each gla.s.s I emptied down my throat I started in my own mind one plan after another to escape from the dilemma into which my thoughtlessness had plunged me.
"I am very glad to see that you do not make strangers of us, but really are eating heartily," said the Just.i.tsraad as he filled my plate for the fifth time. "I can"t bear to see young men, or anyone, under restraint in my house; here everyone must do exactly as if he were at home. I am very glad you are not sitting like a stick, or looking as if you were afraid of us and of the viands before you. And now let us drink to your happy return to your native land. I am pleased to see that you are able now to pledge one in a gla.s.s of wine. When you were a boy, you had every appearance of turning out a regular milksop. But, to be sure, eleven years make great changes in everybody."
I drank to the health of my father and mother, then to the welfare of the whole family, and then a special toast to cousin Jette"s health, which was proposed by her father himself. When we were about to drink it, he nodded to me with an air of intelligence, as if we were _d"accord_ with each other; but the pretty cousin scarcely touched the gla.s.s with her lips, and did not vouchsafe me a single glance; it seemed as if she were far from pleased at the compliment paid her.
Cousin Hanne, who sat near me, filled my gla.s.s every time it was empty, and she had so industriously employed herself in this manner, that my head was beginning to be a good deal confused.
"And now it is time to go to bed, my children!" said the Just.i.tsraad.
"It is late; to-morrow we will hear all that your cousin has to tell us."
I was on the point of requesting a moment"s private conversation with him; but the moment for doing so pa.s.sed away unseized--in the next it was no longer possible. The family bade each other good night, a servant showed me to my room, and I was left to my reflections. The reflections of a harum-scarum fellow of one-and-twenty! You are right, dear reader, they certainly were not worth much. Hanne"s pretty face and the Just.i.tsraad"s good wine had taken a somewhat potent effect upon my brain; I hastened to seek repose, and, like the Theban tyrant, deferred grave business till the morrow.
But I could not fall asleep, for conscience plagued me; it is its custom to wake up when everybody is sleeping, and without the least mercy it compelled me to listen to its lectures. It became so importunate that it drove me out of bed, and induced me to admit that it would be better to jump out of the window, and carry my baggage on my shoulders to my uncle"s parsonage, than to be treated to-morrow as an impudent puppy--_that_ I should not so much mind--but also as a scamp of an impostor who had palmed himself upon them for the sake of obtaining a drive and a good supper gratis--_that_ I should mind a great deal, for it would touch my honour. It is thus one reasons at twenty-one.
It rained no longer, but it was as dark as pitch. Darkness would favour my intention; but how was I to find my way in a place utterly unknown to me? I determined to keep awake till the dawn of day, then take myself off, and leave the family to make inquiries about the cousin, until the real one thought fit to recover from his cold. But that little Hanne"s charming face, was I never to behold it again? Well, it was very foolish to have come there, but after all, it would be still more foolish to remain.
I left a little piece of my window open, and sat down near it in order to watch for the first streaks of daylight. I had, however, a long time to wait, for it was just half-past twelve o"clock. As I sat there, fretting at myself for my folly, I heard something or some one, stirring beneath the window, and a moment afterwards among the branches of a tree close by. It was some person climbing the tree, but his visit was not intended for me, for he crept up much higher, and appeared to have mounted to a level with an upper window, as one was opened very gently and cautiously. Ah! an a.s.signation! a secret appointment!
It is really an advantage to have a tender conscience; without that I should have been fast asleep, and should never have known what was going on so near me. But who could it be? Could cousin Thomas, though only twelve years of age, be making love to one of the housemaids? Let us listen.
"For G.o.d"s sake make no noise!" said a whispering voice at the window above mine. "He has arrived; he occupies the room just below, and he can hardly be asleep yet."
"The light has been extinguished for at least half an hour," replied the voice in the tree. "Such an ape has nothing to wake or watch for."
An ape, forsooth! as if I were not quite as wide awake as himself.
"Dear Gustav, think of my distress," continued the voice at the window; "my father drank my health at table, and nodded to him in such a significant manner! Oh, how I hate that man! Tomorrow, perhaps, he will begin to treat me as his betrothed; my father will give him every opportunity, and he will take upon himself to be intimate, and to make me presents. Oh! how unhappy I am!"
"You see, dearest Jette, this is the consequence of our silence; if we had spoken to him before the accursed cousin came here, perhaps your father might have been persuaded to have given up this absurd childish betrothal."
"No--no; he would never have done that," replied Jette; "he is too much attached to his brother; and he will do everything in his power to have the agreement fulfilled, which eleven years ago they entered into with each other at their children"s expense."
"Why did not that man break his neck on the way! Such fellows can travel round the whole world without the slightest accident ever happening to them," said Gustav. "But he may, perhaps, repent coming here; I shall pick a quarrel with him, I will call him out, he shall fight with me, and either he or I shall be put out of the way."