_August 18._--We all stayed at home to-day, as the weather--although still perfectly fine--was not favourable for any sort of sport with which we are acquainted except kite-flying; and the tent was constantly in such imminent danger of being blown from its moorings, that we feared if we went away, we should not be able to find it when we came back. It was great fun during breakfast to watch Ivar sailing after our goods and chattels whenever a sudden gust of wind sent them scudding over the ground till brought to a standstill by a juniper or a rock. Before starting in pursuit he always opened his mouth to its utmost width--which is enormous--and then extending his arms and legs till he looked like a demoniac wind-mill, he swooped down on the quarry, never failing to secure the fly-away article, dish-cloth, or towel, or whatever it might be.
The Skipper was the only one who attempted fishing, and he had but poor sport, and soon returned to camp to a.s.sist in the operations there going on. The most important of these was the construction of a new game cellar in the ground near the old one. Esau was "bossing" this thing, while ola worked. Esau, being very lazy himself, takes a fiendish delight in getting any work out of ola; and now his portion of the job seemed to be standing with an axe in his hand revolving things in his great mind while ola undertook the labour. The Skipper and John devoted themselves to baking, and produced an enormous quant.i.ty of bread and biscuits; and when these were finished the united strength of the company engaged itself on a meat pie.
The division of labour in this enterprise is always managed thus. Esau is butcher--an employment in which he revels, and at which he is decidedly an adept. He cuts up reindeer in convenient slices for placing in the pie-dish; adding thereto slices of bacon, and two or three hard-boiled eggs, with some liver, heart, and birds if we have any to spare. Meanwhile the Skipper concocts the dough for the crust from flour, b.u.t.ter, and boiling water; and after rolling the same on the top of one of the boxes with an empty beer-bottle, neatly lines the smaller of the two low tins with it; fills it with the various ingredients and plenty of pepper, salt, and some water, and then covers it with a thin disc of paste perforated with holes, and adorned with fantastic images of reindeer and birds. Now the pie is ready for the oven--which all this time John has been stoking indefatigably with arm loads of wood; and when he announces that the oven is fit the pie is borne in solemn procession to it, and safely enclosed by the sod which acts as the oven door, and conceals it from our gaze for a time, which varies according to the size of the pie and heat of the oven.
We have some difficulties to contend with in the top of our oven, for the sods which fill in the holes thereof are liable to crumble with the intense heat and fall down in fine dust on our food gently stewing in its cosy nest. The only way to obviate this is to water the top of the oven every morning as if it were a spring garden, and then the clods never get dry enough to play their evil little games. The Skipper compares the baking of a pie to burial by cremation (if that is not a bull). Certainly it always comes out etherealised; a thing of beauty and a joy for at least two days. Esau called this pie after its resurrection "a harmony in yellow and brown quite too too utter and distinctly precious;" and John added, "Begorra, me jewel, it is that same, bedad."
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Colony at Breakfast in Memurudalen]
We shall now be free to do what seems good in our eyes for several days without the trouble of baking: altogether our stock of provisions is enormous. This is always the way in camp life; first a week of existence on the verge of starvation, and then a time of milk and honey and tables overflowing with plenty.
_August 19._--Some of the bread that John makes is rather heavy.
Yesterday we were constrained to point this fact out to him. He pretended not to be able to see it, and in support of his theory ate at supper a quant.i.ty of the rolls that we had condemned. The consequence was that about two o"clock A.M. we were roused from our peaceful slumbers by John jumping spasmodically out of bed and rushing to the tent door, uttering at the same time most ghastly yells. At the door he appeared to be awake, so we said, sitting up in bed with our hair on end,--
"_Now_ then, John. What"s the row?" To which he answered very quietly,--
"Why, my line"s caught on that rock over there. I wish you would stop the boat a minute."
Then he went gently to bed again and continued his unbroken slumbers.
A sleeping man is selfishly regardless of the disquiet he brings on his fellow-creatures, and John, although he must have dreamt all sorts of funny things, did not dream that he was disturbing our night"s rest.
The other night when we were returning from our visit to Rus Vand, John casually seated himself on a rock at the extreme top of the mountain. It was quite dark except for a subdued glow of light caused by the setting moon behind the mountains on the other side of Gjendin Lake. Now the Skipper and Esau take a good deal of interest in moons, because they are considerably affected by the pallid luminary when at the full; consequently they were aware that she had already pa.s.sed her highest point for that night, and would not show above the peaks until the following evening; but John did not know this, and so when we asked his reason for sitting down on a very sharp and cold stone 5,000 feet above sea level, with the quicksilver right through the bottom of the thermometer, at a time when all honest folk were in bed, he replied,--
"You fellows go on; I"m going to wait here and see the moon rise."
We never disturb a man when he feels poetical, lest it should break out in some more dangerous form; so we left him on his "cold grey stone,"
and made the best of our way to camp.
When we had about half finished our soup, he came struggling and wading in through the shrubs and swamp, and sat down to supper without making any remarks about the scenery, neither did he touch upon the subject of silver shafts, or shimmering sheen, or a network of frosted filigree chaining down the ripples. He was evidently disappointed about something, and we possessed too much delicacy of feeling to ask what was wrong, and so the matter dropped. But at breakfast this morning the Skipper happened to tell a story about a man he knew, who waited on the quay for some friends who had arrived in a steamer that day. This man had ordered a sumptuous banquet directly the steamer was signalled, then waited three hours expecting a boat to come off every minute, but at last perceived that a curious flag was flying on the steamer, and on inquiry found that she was quarantined for a fortnight. Then Esau could not resist the opportunity, and remarked,--
"Just like waiting for the moon to rise when she ain"t due over the mountains for twenty-four hours," and the harmony of the meeting at once ceased to exist.
The Skipper went after deer, but only had a very long walk without seeing any. We have now got the kitchen into a great state of perfection, so that within ten minutes of his return a recherche repast was on the table. This is rather a difficult thing to manage, as we never know to within a couple of hours what time the hunters will return; but it can be done by having the chops, steaks, or birds ready in one frying-pan, the trout in the other, the potatoes partially cooked, and the tea or coffee made: the leaves or grounds of the latter we remove always after eight minutes" brewing, so that it does not alter by standing. The table of course is ready laid.
Once and only once there was a long delay, owing to a misfortune with the water that had been boiled for the tea; but the explosion of wrath from the famishing hunter on that occasion was so dreadful, that the utmost endeavours have since been successfully used to prevent its recurrence.
MENU.--August 19.
_Potage._ Mulligatawny.
_Poisson._ Truite a la Maitre d"Hotel.
_Entrees._ Venison Pie.
_Rots._ Venison Pie.
_Gibier._ Venison Pie.
_Entremets._ Pancakes.
Our procedure with pancakes is for every man to fry and toss his own; the frying of the first side is easy enough, but the tossing requires skill, for we do not allow the mean practice of helping the delicacy over with a knife, indulged in by some weak-spirited cooks.
John"s first became a mangled heap of batter under his repeated efforts, and was finally eaten by him in that condition; his second ascended towards the heavens most gracefully when he tossed, and was absent for some minutes, but unfortunately he failed to hold the pan in the right place on its return, and it fell on the ground, where it was immediately seized and devoured by Ivar. The third was a complete success, and so were the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh; the eighth stuck to the pan, and was a failure; and after that he got along all right to the thirty-fourth, when he had another partial failure, owing to over-confidence. This made him more careful, and all the rest were quite perfect. When we had finished we gave the rest of the batter to the men, who fried it all in one huge pancake, about two inches thick.
We notice that all the diaries agree for once; the following note occurs in all:--
"Pancakes for dinner to-day; the other two fellows over-ate themselves."
We told John this morning of his adventure with the boat and fishing line during the night, so he ate all the new bread at lunch, thereby laying its restless spirit long before bedtime; no doubt he and his dinner will slumber more peacefully to-night.
It may be remembered that we brought a lot of fish slightly salted with us from Gjendesheim. Ever since our return here we have caught plenty of fish every day, and as we prefer fresh food to salt, the Gjendesheim fish which were placed in a little barrel have been neglected. Five or six days ago we noticed an unpleasant odour, and found that it proceeded from this barrel, the fish being in an advanced stage of decomposition, and the men told us they were making "raki fiske," a thing which they informed us in Norwegian is "real jam." We were very angry, and gave orders that the whole thing should at once be thrown into the glacier torrent. After this the affair faded from our minds, but yesterday we again noticed a suspicion of the same smell, and this morning it was so powerful that we began to invent theories to account for it.
John, who is a man of great scientific attainments proved to his own complete satisfaction, that it proceeded from the bodies of prehistoric reindeer which had been engulfed by an avalanche ages ago and entombed in the glacier until now, when at last their decaying corpses were being washed down the stream.
He said Huxley had often observed the same thing and told him about it.
Esau"s theory was that the glacier itself was decomposing. "Look what a long time it had been standing exposed to the air, and most likely in a damp place; everybody knew that snow water was not good to drink, witness the goitre of Switzerland; and why was it not good? Simply because it was putrid, and now that the hot sun was shining upon it, no wonder it smelt a little."
He concluded his remarks by inquiring who Huxley might be, and was just setting off up the valley with a bottle of Condy"s fluid to pour over the glacier, when the Skipper, who had wandered down to the Memurua River instead of arguing, suddenly rushed back with his fingers tightly holding his nose, and shaking his fist at ola, said something that began with "Dab," and went on with other unknown words.
At last we gathered from his expressions that the barrel of "raki fiske"
had not been thrown into the torrent at all, but our villanous retainers had secreted it near the stream, intending to have a feast as soon as it should have become rotten enough to please their cultivated taste. Truly a Norwegian has the nastiest notions of food. Now the "raki fiske,"
barrel and all, is buried a yard deep, a long way from here, and life is again pleasant, but we have little doubt that ola and Ivar will come back and root about and dig it up after we have left the country say a month hence: it ought to be in perfect condition by that time.
CHAPTER XXI.
FISHING.
_August 20._--The first thing this morning we sent ola to Gjendesheim with some venison for the people there, who have been very kind in sending milk, eggs, rice, onions, &c. to us. We have more meat than we shall be able to eat if the weather continues as fine and hot as it is at present.
We three walked over the mountain to spend the day at Rus Vand, taking our lunch with us. We got there about half-past ten, and the fish were then rising well, so we separated and commenced fishing, the Skipper and John taking the north side of the lake, Esau the south. After catching a few fish the rise stopped, as it always does on these lakes about midday.
[Ill.u.s.tration: An Exciting Moment in Rus Lake Shallows]
There is no doubt that on a Norwegian lake the fisherman should above all things "make haste while the fish rise." It is all very well for the ancient sportsman to remark, "Take your time, my young friend, there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it." It is no doubt true enough; but at this time of year they will not rise to fly for more than about a couple of hours twice a day, and if you do not make the best of your opportunities then, where are you? Put yourself in the place of the fine old veteran three-pounder who has got into the habit of taking his meals at regular hours for fear of spoiling his digestion, and has selected the hours between 10 and 12 A.M. and 4.30 and 6.30 P.M., because he knows from long experience that these are the most likely times to find flies on the water. He has come in from roaming in deep waters to the shades of the rocky coast, and has a certain appet.i.te to allay after his bath and morning stroll. There he waits, and thinks of old times, and of how fat and shiny his tummy became the last hot summer there was, when flies were plentiful, and he had not to resort to this abominable device of catching small trout and eating mice[*] to keep him in daily food, as he nearly always has to do now that the summers are so wet, and he is no longer active enough to compete with his younger relations in the struggle for existence. "What times those were, and how he wishes he were a year or two younger again, and not crippled with useless length; and, by George! now he comes to look at his reflection against that stone, he"s getting quite yellow and bilious under the belly, and----" But he can"t stop to moralise, there is a luscious March Brown of unusual solidity skating right over his pet rock, and he can"t let it pa.s.s. So up he comes and gulps it down, with a lazy flop of his tail that leaves quite a swirl on the lake surface. "Why, the thing"s got no flavour, and how I"ve hurt my jaw with it!" Poor old chap, his day is over, and after ten minutes" struggle he has left his favourite haunt to be occupied by another tenant, and is safe in the landing net, a good three-pound fish, but, like most of those who have reached this size, not quite in as good condition as he was at 2 lbs., and just a shade longer than he ought to be. Don"t stop to gaze at him, put him in the bag with all speed--it is necessary to hurry up and fish on while the rise lasts.
[Footnote: We have found as many as three mice in the stomach of a Rus Vand trout.]
But all this time the hours have been slipping away, and we have lunched, and smoked, and sketched till the rise began again soon after four, and though there was a strong cold west wind, the change seemed to encourage the fish to feed more greedily than usual, for trout are terrible Radicals, and rejoice in any alteration of the existing condition of things.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Esau"s Best Day among the Trout]