"Aunt Francisca has heaped coals of fire on my head. She has humbled me thoroughly, and taught me a painful lesson; but I had well deserved it.
You cannot conceive how much I am ashamed of myself: I feel quite guilty before you all."
"Aunt Francisca knew how to distinguish thoughtlessness from malignity," said Rudolph, as he joined Flora"s and Arnold"s hands. "The slight annoyance you might have occasioned her was soon forgiven and forgotten. Be as happy together as she prayed you might be. I can add no higher wish for you both. But when you meet by chance an old maid, do not forget that you were--Aunt Francisca"s heirs."
THE SHIPWRECKED MARINER"S TREASURE.[3]
FROM THE DANISH OF CARIT ETLAR.
CHAPTER I.
One summer afternoon, two young fishermen were together before the door of one of the last cottages which are situated between the sandhills near Stadil Fiord, in the district of Ringkjohing. The one was painting a pair of oars, the other had stretched himself at full length along the bench near the well, and was resting his head idly on both his hands, while he watched his comrade"s work. In this att.i.tude his countenance expressed a sort of quiet contentment, which seemed never to have been disturbed by the storms of pa.s.sion. He had a low forehead, prominent eyes, a round face, smooth hair, combed straight down, and colossal limbs. His companion was of more slender proportions, and evidently possessed less bodily strength; but he seemed active, and there was an expression of benevolence and honesty in his features that could not fail to inspire confidence in him.
The sun was shining that afternoon from a cloudless sky; the larks were singing, gulls and other sea-birds were flying about in circles in the air; and the monotonous sound of the waves of the German Ocean, rolling lazily on the Jutland coast, as, borne across the sandhills, was like the audible breathing of a sleeping giant. The church bell at Vaederso was ringing for the afternoon service. All was quiet and repose in that sandy desert, where the eye in vain sought a tree, a bush, a single blade of fresh green. Only the lymegra.s.s amidst the hillocks, and here and there a little yellow patch of rough, half-withered gra.s.s in the hollows, varied the dismally uniform colour of the sand.
"Come, now," said the young man who was doing nothing, after he had remained a long time silently contemplating the other, "put away that paint-pot, and give up work for to-day. Wash your hands, Jorgen, and come with me to Vaederso; we will have a game at skittles. This is a holiday, and one can"t be always labouring."
The young man thus addressed looked up and smiled, and after having for a minute glanced at his handiwork with apparent pleasure, he exclaimed:
"I am ready now, Ebbe. But only look! I have painted two hearts, with a wreath round them, inside of our names, which are to signify that you and I will hold together in friendship and good companionship all our days."
"Yes, that we will, Jorgen."
"I don"t see why one should be idle all Sunday, any more than on other days," said Jorgen. "In spring, you know, we two bought a boat together; it was a very ugly one, and in a sadly dilapidated state, you may remember; but in consequence of devoting our spare time to repairing and beautifying it, we have now got as smart a little craft as there is on the whole coast. I am never so happy as when I am at work."
"And I am never so happy as when I can lie quietly and comfortably on my back in the sunshine, and look up at the heavens, as I am doing now.
I don"t see the least use in a man"s working harder than he absolutely need do. You and I, Jorgen, have been obliged to work since we were quite little fellows. Our parents sent us away among strangers, because they had no longer the means of maintaining us; we toiled and slaved for the benefit of others, and for the same reward that they gave their beasts--for mere food. From those days to this, we have never been able, with our united efforts, to make more than the fifteen dollars we paid for the boat. And now we must begin to labour afresh; and so we shall be forced to go on through the whole of our lives, until we are too old to work any more, and then we shall be thrust into the poor-house, as our parents before us were, and get leave to hobble about with a stick and a clay pot, to beg for food from those whom we helped to enrich when we were young. You may laugh, Jorgen, but what I am saying is the plain truth nevertheless. If a poor lad such as I am could only earn enough in his youth to enable him to take it easy in his old age, he would be labouring to some purpose; if our gains could amount to so much as the gains of the person who owns that large ship out yonder; or if we could make as much as the lord of the manor at Aabjerg possesses, who has nothing to do but to drive in summer round his fields, with his hands behind his back, and his German pipe in his mouth, and in winter to sit at home in his warm chimney-corner, and play at cards with all the strangers that visit him, it would be another thing. Ah, Jorgen, Jorgen! if one could only get so far as to be able to take the reins in one"s own hands, instead of carrying the bit in one"s mouth."
Jorgen shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Shortly afterwards, the two young fishermen were to be seen strolling arm in arm to the village of Vaederso.
Towards evening the weather changed; the skies became cloudy, and before the sun had set the whole coast wore an aspect very different from the peaceful calm that had reigned around in the earlier part of the afternoon. A cold north-west wind blew in sharply from the sea, whose waves, rising higher and higher every moment, sent a thick rain of spray and foam over the adjacent sandhills, whilst the breakers dashed loudly on the reefs along the sh.o.r.e. The sand began to whirl about among the hills, and flocks of sea-gulls and other birds flew in towards the beach, their hoa.r.s.e and mournful cries predicting bad weather.
The peasants at Vaederso had finished their games of skittles, and were about to return to their homes, when a fisherman brought to the little town the tidings that a foreign ship was in distress at sea, outside of Husby Sandhills. This intelligence, which seemed to interest all who heard it, drew particular attention from those who were standing in groups. A number of men and women set off immediately on the way to the sandhills, without heeding the rain and the coming storm.
Amidst the crowd who sought as speedily as possible to witness the calamitous spectacle might be observed a person of a very peculiar appearance. He was a tall, heavy-limbed man, with a blood-red complexion, the natural hue of which became deeper and deeper every moment, in consequence of the haste with which he was making his way through the heavy sandy road. His face was encircled by a forest of coal-black hair and beard, and shaded by a dark calf-skin cap. The deep-set eyes were nearly hidden beneath a pair of dark eyebrows that almost met over a nose which looked unnaturally broad, as chance had not bestowed much length upon it. This was the village blacksmith. He was by birth a Pole, and had served for some time in the army, under the reign of Frederick VI.
The road from Vaederso to the sandhills, as has been said, was entirely through sand. On both sides might be seen fields of rye, whose slender pale blades were beaten down by the tempest. The smith had taken as a companion along this fatiguing path a favourite and faithful friend, who lived at free quarters in his house, and carried on in this comfortable abode his trade, which was that of the village tailor.
These two persons were almost always to be seen together--the lesser man, indeed, seemed to be quite a necessary appendage to the taller one, who looked as if nature had appointed him the tailor"s protector.
The merits of the latter, however, were not to be questioned; he was an untiring listener, and so submissive and dependent that, if the smith had pushed him out by the door, he would have crept back through a window; so complaisant, that if the smith had chosen to tell a falsehood, the tailor would have sworn to its truth.
These two individuals formed, for the moment, the centre of a group of peasants who had gathered on the sandhills. Below, upon the sea-sh.o.r.e, were to be seen several fishermen hard at work, drawing up their boats farther on the beach, and when that was done, standing in silence, anxiously contemplating the sea, on which a large ship was struggling with the furious wind, and heavy waves that were every moment driving it nearer to the land, notwithstanding all the efforts those on board seemed making to escape the threatened danger.
The groups among the sandhills were less silent. The smith had just declared, in decisive tones, to what nation the unfortunate ship belonged.
"Yes, as I have this moment told you," he continued, in the sort of barbarous Danish in which he usually spoke. "It is an English vessel, and I thank G.o.d it is not Swedish."
"Why?" asked the tailor.
"Because they build their ships with such bad timber--only fir and pine--not an inch of good strong oak among it. I wish no evil to anyone, or anything; but if it be our Lord"s will that a ship is to be run aground to-night, I am glad it should be an Englishman: those English know how to build ships."
"You are right, there, Master Harfiz!" said the tailor. "What capital iron bolts we got from the last wreck, and what excellent oak timber to boot! When the wreck that is going to be is brought to auction, I shall look out for a share of it."
"And I also," said the smith. "I dare say, now, that craft out there will furnish me with some good strong posts for my new smithy; it does not look to be built of tinder or matches."
"We can discern the goodness of the Almighty towards all mankind,"
remarked the tailor. "No cotton grows here--no silk, no iron is to be found; nothing, so to speak, but salt fish can be got on these bare coasts, and He is good enough every year to let one or two vessels be lost here that we may obtain what we require at a reasonable rate."
"Yes, and He mercifully ordains this to happen generally in the fall of the year," added an old woman, "because he knows that the winter is approaching, and that poor folks want a little wood for firing to warm themselves."
"There is no dishonesty in taking what is cast in to us by the sea,"
said the tailor. "They did much worse in old times down yonder at Nymindegab."
"At Nymindegab?" echoed the smith. "I know nothing about it. What did they do down there?"
"Don"t you remember that true tale we heard last Candlemas at Thimgaard about the rich n.o.bleman Espen? He lived at a castle which was called Ahner, and he used every stormy evening, and during the dark nights of winter, to ride over the sandhills with a lighted lantern bound underneath his horse, in order that the seafaring people who were driven out of their course should fancy that the light came from a ship sailing in deep water, and thus get stranded on the reefs while they steered for the light. This went on well for a long time, and Espen of Ahner became a very rich man, for all the wrecks on that part of the coast belonged to him. But at length, just when he was celebrating his daughter"s wedding, a poor half-witted creature found his way into the castle, and disclosed their lord"s evil deeds to all his va.s.sals."[4]
During this conversation the ship, which had excited the attention of so many, had tried several times to tack about, so as to get away from the sh.o.r.e, but the attempt had always failed. In the terrible storm, which seemed to be increasing every moment, it was no longer possible to carry such a press of sail as was required to take the ship out. Its fate could not, therefore, long be doubtful, as every swell of the sea brought it nearer and nearer to the dangerous reefs which stretched along the coast.
It is about half a century since the events here related took place. At that period the German Ocean had dashed many a wreck over the outer reef, and many a cry for help or death-groan had been wafted away by the stormy wind, or smothered by the sea, before anyone thought of taking effective measures to give help to the drowning mariners. On the occasion of the shipwreck in question, however, the unfortunate crew were often so close to the land that their despairing cries and earnest prayers were distinctly heard on sh.o.r.e, and the tempest had driven them within the outer reef, their vessel almost smashed to pieces indeed, but so near that, but for the fury of the waves, the fishermen could have got out to them even in their frail boats, and have saved them.
In the meantime daylight had gone, but in the summer evening even distant objects were still visible; and when the moon struggled forth from the heavy clouds, in the pale and tremulous light it cast over the sea, the ill-fated ship could be seen driving, with two or three small sails up, nearer to the coast. Presently one of the masts went overboard, was caught in the cordage, and hung on one side of the hull.
From time to time, between the more furious gusts of wind, the gale bore heartrending cries of distress to the land. All exercise of authority on board seemed to have been long given up, everyone apparently thinking only of saving himself. A boat was with difficulty lowered, but it filled the moment it reached the water.
The crowd on the beach was now increased by two persons--the lord of the manor from Aabjerg and his son. The first-named was a very stout man, m.u.f.fled up in a thick great-coat and a fur-cap, with wings that came close down over his ears, and were tied under his chin. He had a tobacco-pouch well fastened to a b.u.t.ton-hole in his overcoat, and was smoking a large German pipe. His son was a lieutenant in the Lancers at Kolding, on a visit for a few days at his father"s country-house. He wore that evening a blue uniform, and carried an umbrella, which was every minute almost turned inside out by the wind.
"Hark ye, good people!" cried the great man, stretching his chin over the enormous handkerchief that enveloped his throat; "we must try and do something for them out yonder. It would be a sin to let all these poor fellows perish, would it not--eh? What say you?"
"G.o.d have mercy on them!" muttered an old fisherman. "It is too heavy a sea for any boat to live in; we can do nothing for them, Herr Krigsraad."[5]
"Not if I promise a ten-dollar note to anyone who will take a rope out to them? What! Is there not one of you who will try it?"
The fishermen looked at each other, and shrugged their shoulders; but no one spoke.
"I shall add five dollars to my father"s ten," cried the lieutenant.
"Well, I think this is a very good offer," said the Krigsraad.
"But you must not take too long to consider about it," added his son.
"Courage, my lads! It only wants hearty good will and a pair of strong arms, and you will soon reach them out yonder."
"Since the n.o.ble Herr lieutenant thinks so, he had better make the attempt himself," said one of the fishermen. "Your honour seems to have a pair of strong enough arms; I will lend you my boat for this venturesome deed, but I won"t sell my life for any money."
"The impertinent scoundrel!" muttered the young officer, turning towards his father. "I wish I had him on the drill-ground at Kolding."
"For Heaven"s sake be quiet, lieutenant," whispered his father, "and don"t draw me into a quarrel with my fishermen. That man is no coward; I have myself seen him and another rescue sailors from a wreck in the most frightful weather, when there seemed no more chance of his getting safely back than there would be for me were I to try to wade out yonder in my great-coat."