The authors of the diaries allowed me to copy them exactly as they were written, and the extracts that I have given are without any smoothing over or revision. These diaries are finely modest and unaffected, and with unconscious and unintentional art they rise toward the climax with graduated and gathering force and swing and dramatic intensity; they sweep you along with a c.u.mulative rush, and when the cry rings out at last, "Land in sight!" your heart is in your mouth, and for a moment you think it is you that have been saved. The last two paragraphs are not improvable by anybody"s art; they are literary gold; and their very pauses and uncompleted sentences have in them an eloquence not reachable by any words.
The interest of this story is unquenchable; it is of the sort that time cannot decay. I have not looked at the diaries for thirty-two years, but I find that they have lost nothing in that time. Lost? They have gained; for by some subtle law all tragic human experiences gain in pathos by the perspective of time. We realize this when in Naples we stand musing over the poor Pompeian mother, lost in the historic storm of volcanic ashes eighteen centuries ago, who lies with her child gripped close to her breast, trying to save it, and whose despair and grief have been preserved for us by the fiery envelope which took her life but eternalized her form and features. She moves us, she haunts us, she stays in our thoughts for many days, we do not know why, for she is nothing to us, she has been nothing to anyone for eighteen centuries; whereas of the like case to-day we should say, "Poor thing! it is pitiful," and forget it in an hour.
(1) There are nineteen days of voyaging ahead yet.--M.T.
(2) Six days to sail yet, nevertheless.--M.T.
(3) It was at this time discovered that the crazed sailors had gotten the delusion that the captain had a million dollars in gold concealed aft, and they were conspiring to kill him and the two pa.s.sengers and seize it.--M.T.
AT THE APPEt.i.tE-CURE
This establishment"s name is Hochberghaus. It is in Bohemia, a short day"s journey from Vienna, and being in the Austrian Empire is of course a health resort. The empire is made up of health resorts; it distributes health to the whole world. Its waters are all medicinal. They are bottled and sent throughout the earth; the natives themselves drink beer. This is self-sacrifice apparently--but outlanders who have drunk Vienna beer have another idea about it. Particularly the Pilsner which one gets in a small cellar up an obscure back lane in the First Bezirk--the name has escaped me, but the place is easily found: You inquire for the Greek church; and when you get to it, go right along by--the next house is that little beer-mill. It is remote from all traffic and all noise; it is always Sunday there. There are two small rooms, with low ceilings supported by ma.s.sive arches; the arches and ceilings are whitewashed, otherwise the rooms would pa.s.s for cells in the dungeons of a bastile. The furniture is plain and cheap, there is no ornamentation anywhere; yet it is a heaven for the self-sacrificers, for the beer there is incomparable; there is nothing like it elsewhere in the world. In the first room you will find twelve or fifteen ladies and gentlemen of civilian quality; in the other one a dozen generals and amba.s.sadors. One may live in Vienna many months and not hear of this place; but having once heard of it and sampled it, the sampler will afterward infest it.
However, this is all incidental--a mere pa.s.sing note of grat.i.tude for blessings received--it has nothing to do with my subject. My subject is health resorts. All unhealthy people ought to domicile themselves in Vienna, and use that as a base, making flights from time to time to the outlying resorts, according to need. A flight to Marienbad to get rid of fat; a flight to Carlsbad to get rid of rheumatism; a flight to Kalteneutgeben to take the water cure and get rid of the rest of the diseases. It is all so handy. You can stand in Vienna and toss a biscuit into Kaltenleutgeben, with a twelve-inch gun. You can run out thither at any time of the day; you go by phenomenally slow trains, and yet inside of an hour you have exchanged the glare and swelter of the city for wooded hills, and shady forest paths, and soft cool airs, and the music of birds, and the repose and the peace of paradise.
And there are plenty of other health resorts at your service and convenient to get at from Vienna; charming places, all of them; Vienna sits in the centre of a beautiful world of mountains with now and then a lake and forests; in fact, no other city is so fortunately situated.
There is an abundance of health resorts, as I have said. Among them this place--Hochberghaus. It stands solitary on the top of a densely wooded mountain, and is a building of great size. It is called the Appet.i.te Anstallt, and people who have lost their appet.i.tes come here to get them restored. When I arrived I was taken by Professor Haimberger to his consulting-room and questioned:
"It is six o"clock. When did you eat last?"
"At noon."
"What did you eat?"
"Next to nothing."
"What was on the table?"
"The usual things."
"Chops, chickens, vegetables, and so on?"
"Yes; but don"t mention them--I can"t bear it."
"Are you tired of them?"
"Oh, utterly. I wish I might never hear of them again."
"The mere sight of food offends you, does it?"
"More, it revolts me."
The doctor considered awhile, then got out a long menu and ran his eye slowly down it.
"I think," said he, "that what you need to eat is--but here, choose for yourself."
I glanced at the list, and my stomach threw a hand-spring. Of all the barbarous lay-outs that were ever contrived, this was the most atrocious. At the top stood "tough, underdone, overdue tripe, garnished with garlic;" half-way down the bill stood "young cat; old cat; scrambled cat;" at the bottom stood "sailor-boots, softened with tallow--served raw." The wide intervals of the bill were packed with dishes calculated to gag a cannibal. I said:
"Doctor, it is not fair to joke over so serious a case as mine. I came here to get an appet.i.te, not to throw away the remnant that"s left."
He said gravely: "I am not joking; why should I joke?"
"But I can"t eat these horrors."
"Why not?"
He said it with a naivete that was admirable, whether it was real or a.s.sumed.
"Why not? Because--why, doctor, for months I have seldom been able to endure anything more substantial than omelettes and custards. These unspeakable dishes of yours--"
"Oh, you will come to like them. They are very good. And you must eat them. It is a rule of the place, and is strict. I cannot permit any departure from it."
I said smiling: "Well, then, doctor, you will have to permit the departure of the patient. I am going."
He looked hurt, and said in a way which changed the aspect of things:
"I am sure you would not do me that injustice. I accepted you in good faith--you will not shame that confidence. This appet.i.te-cure is my whole living. If you should go forth from it with the sort of appet.i.te which you now have, it could become known, and you can see, yourself, that people would say my cure failed in your case and hence can fail in other cases. You will not go; you will not do me this hurt."
I apologised and said I would stay.
"That is right. I was sure you would not go; it would take the food from my family"s mouths."
"Would they mind that? Do they eat these fiendish things?"
"They? My family?" His eyes were full of gentle wonder. "Of course not."
"Oh, they don"t! Do you?"
"Certainly not."
"I see. It"s another case of a physician who doesn"t take his own medicine."
"I don"t need it. It is six hours since you lunched. Will you have supper now--or later?"
"I am not hungry, but now is as good a time as any, and I would like to be done with it and have it off my mind. It is about my usual time, and regularity is commanded by all the authorities. Yes, I will try to nibble a little now--I wish a light horsewhipping would answer instead."
The professor handed me that odious menu.
"Choose--or will you have it later?"
"Oh, dear me, show me to my room; I forgot your hard rule."
"Wait just a moment before you finally decide. There is another rule. If you choose now, the order will be filled at once; but if you wait, you will have to await my pleasure. You cannot get a dish from that entire bill until I consent."