Some agreed with Olaf, and some thought that it was not quite in keeping with Karlsefins composition, but, after much debate, it was finally ruled that it should be added thereto as part and parcel of the great Vinland poem. Hence it appears in this chronicle, and forms an interesting instance of the way in which men, for the sake of humorous effect, mingle little pieces of fiction with veritable history.
By the time this important matter was settled it was getting so late that even the most enthusiastic admirer among them of moonlight on a calm sea became irresistibly desirous of going to sleep. They therefore broke up for the night; the women retired to their cabin, and none were left on deck except the steersman and the watch. Long before this the saga-tellers on the forecastle had retired; the monotone and the soft lowing of the cattle had ceased; man and beast had sought and found repose, and nothing was heard save the ripple of the water on the ships sides as she glided slowly but steadily over the sleeping sea.
Chapter Six.
Changes in Wind and Weather Produce Changes in Temper and FeelingLand Discovered, and Freydissa Becomes Inquisitive
There are few things that impress one more at sea than the rapidity of the transitions which frequently take place in the aspect and the condition of vessel, sea, and sky. At one time all may be profoundly tranquil on board; then, perhaps, the necessity for going about ship arises, and all is bustle; ropes rattle, blocks clatter and chirp, yards creak, and seamens feet stamp on the deck, while their voices aid their hands in the hauling of ropes; and soon all is quiet as before. Or, perhaps, the transition is effected by a squall, and it becomes more thorough and lasting. One moment everything in nature is hushed under the influence of what is appropriately enough termed a dead calm. In a few seconds a cloud-bank appears on the horizon and one or two cats-paws are seen shooting over the water. A few minutes more and the sky is clouded, the glassy sea is ruffled, the pleasant light sinks into a dull leaden grey, the wind whistles over the ocean, and we areas far as feeling is concernedtransported into another, but by no means a better, world.
Thus it was with our adventurers. The beautiful night merged into a dirty morning, the calm into a breeze so stiff as to be almost a gale, and when Olaf came out of the cabin, holding tight to the weather-bulwarks to prevent himself from being thrown into the lee-scuppers, his inexperienced heart sank within him at the dreary prospect of the grey sky and the black heaving sea.
But young Olaf came of a hardy seafaring race. He kept his feelings to himself; and staggered toward Karlsefin, who still stood at his post. Olaf thought he had been there all night, but the truth was that he had been relieved by Biarne, had taken a short nap, and returned to the helm.
Karlsefin was now clad in a rough-weather suit. He wore a pair of untanned sealskin boots and a cap of the same material, that bore a strong resemblance in shape and colour to the sou-westers of the present day, and his rough heavy coat, closed up to the chin, was in texture and form not unlike to the pilot-cloth jackets of modern seamenonly it had tags and loops instead of buttons and button-holes. With his legs wide apart, he stood at the tiller, round which there was a single turn of a rope from the weather-bulwarks to steady it and himself. The boy was clad in miniature costume of much the same cut and kind, and proud was he to stagger about the deck with his little legs ridiculously wide apart, in imitation of Thorward and Biarne, both of whom were there, and had, he observed, a tendency to straddle.
Come hither, Olaf; and learn a little seamanship, said Karlsefin, with a good-humoured smile.
Olaf said he would be glad to do that, and made a run towards the tiller, but a heavy plunge of the ship caused him to sheer off in quite a different direction, and another lurch would have sent him head-foremost against the lee-bulwarks had not Biarne, with a laugh, caught him by the nape of the neck and set him against Karlsefins left leg, to which he clung with remarkable tenacity.
Ay, hold on tight to that, boy, said the legs owner, and youll be safe. A few days will put you on your sea-legs, lad, and then you wont want to hold on.
Always hold your head up, Olaf, when you move about aboard ship in rough weather, said Biarne, pausing a minute in his perambulation of the deck to give the advice, and look overboard, or up, or away at the horizonanywhere except at your feet. You cant see how the ships going to roll, you know, if you keep looking down at the deck.
Olaf acted on this advice at once, and then began to question Karlsefin in regard to many nautical matters which it is not necessary to set down here, while Biarne and Thorward leaned on the bulwarks and looked somewhat anxiously to windward.
Already two reefs of the huge sail had been taken in, and Biarne now suggested that it would be wise to take in another.
Let it be done, said Karlsefin.
Thorward ordered the men to reef; and the head of the ship was brought up to the wind so as to empty the sail while this was being done.
Before it was quite accomplished some of the women had assembled on the poop.
This is not pleasant weather, observed Gudrid, as she stood holding on to her husband.
We must not expect to have it all plain sailing in these seas, replied Karlsefin; but the dark days will make the bright ones seem all the brighter.
Gudrid smiled languidly at this, but made no reply.
Freydissa, who scorned to receive help from man, had vigorously laid hold of the bulwarks and gradually worked her way aft. She appeared to be very much out of sortsas indeed all the women were. There was a greenish colour about the parts of their cheeks that ought to have been rosy, and a whitey blue or frosted appearance at the points of their noses, which damaged the beauty of the prettiest among them. Freydissa became positively plainand she knew it, which did not improve her temper. Astrid, though fair and exceedingly pretty by nature, had become alarmingly white; and Thora, who was dark, had become painfully yellow. Poor Bertha, too, had a washed-out appearance, though nothing in the way of lost colour or otherwise could in the least detract from the innocent sweetness of her countenance. She did not absolutely weep, but, being cold, sick, and in a state of utter wretchedness, she had fallen into a condition of chronic whimpering, which exceedingly exasperated Freydissa. Bertha was one of those girls who are regarded by some of their own sex with a species of mild contempt, but who are nevertheless looked upon with much tenderness by men, which perhaps makes up to them for this to some extent. Gudrid was the least affected among them all by that dire malady, which appears to have been as virulent in the tenth as it is in the nineteenth century, and must have come in with the Flood, if not before it.
Why dont you go below, said Freydissa testily, instead of shivering up here?
I get so sick below, answered Bertha, endeavouring to brighten up, that I thought it better to try what fresh air would do for me.
Hm! it doesnt appear to do much for you, retorted Freydissa.
As she spoke a little spray broke over the side of the ship and fell on the deck near them. Karlsefin had great difficulty in preventing this, for a short cross-sea was running, and it was only by dint of extremely good and careful steering that he kept the poop-deck dry. In a few minutes a little more spray flew inboard, and some of it striking Bertha on the head ran down her shoulders. Karlsefin was much grieved at this, but Freydissa laughed heartily.
Instead of making Bertha worse, however, the shock had the effect of doing her a little good, and she laughed in a half-pitiful way as she ran down below to dry herself.
It serves you right, cried Freydissa as she passed; I wish you had got more of it.
Now Karlsefin was a man whose temper was not easily affected, and he seldom or never took offence at anything done or said to himself; but the unkindness of Freydissas speech to poor Bertha nettled him greatly.
Get behind me, Gudrid, he said quickly.
Gudrid obeyed, wondering at the stern order, and Karlsefin gave a push to the tiller with his leg. Next moment a heavy sea struck the side of the ship, burst over the bulwarks, completely overwhelmed Freydissa, and swept the deck fore and aftwetting every one more or less except Gudrid, who had been almost completely sheltered behind her husband. A sail which had been spread over the waist of the ship prevented much damage being done to the men, and of course all the water that fell on the forecastle and poop ran out at the scupper-holes.
This unexpected shower-bath at once cleared the poop of the women. Fortunately Thora and Astrid had been standing to leeward of Biarne and Thorward, and had received comparatively little of the shower, but Freydissa went below with streaming hair and garments,as Biarne remarked,like an elderly mermaid!
You must have been asleep when that happened, said Thorward to Karlsefin in surprise.
He must have been sleeping, then, with his eyes open, said Biarne, with an amused look.
Karlsefin gazed sternly towards the ships head, and appeared to be attending with great care to the helm, but there was a slight twinkle in his eye as he said Well, it was my intention to wash the decks a little, but more spray came inboard than I counted on. Tis as dangerous to play with water, sometimes, as with fire.
There is truth in that, said Biarne, laughing; and I fear that this time water will be found to have kindled fire, for when Freydissa went below she looked like the smoking mountain of Icelandas if there was something hot inside and about to boil up.
Karlsefin smiled, but made no reply, for the gale was increasing every moment, and the management of the ship soon required the earnest attention of all the seamen on board.
Fortunately it was a short-lived gale. When it had passed away and the sea had returned to something like its former quiescent state, and the sun had burst through and dissipated the grey clouds, our female voyagers returned to the deck and to their wonted condition of health.
Soon after that they came in sight of land.
Now, Biarne, said Karlsefin, after the look-out on the forecastle had shouted Land ho! come, give me your opinion of this new land that we have made.Do you mind the helm, Thorward, while we go to the ships head.
The two went forward, and on the forecastle they found Olaf; flushed with excitement, and looking as if something had annoyed him.
Ho, Olaf! youre not sorry to see land, are you? said Biarne.
Sorry! no, not I; but Im sorry to be cheated of my due.
How so, boy?
Why, I discovered the land first, and that fellow there, pointing to the man on look-out, shouted before me.
But why did you not shout before him? asked Karlsefin, as he and Biarne surveyed the distant land with keen interest.
Just because he took me unawares, replied the boy indignantly. When I saw it I did not wish to be hasty. It might have turned out to be a cloud, or a fog-bank, and I might have given a false alarm; so I pointed it out to him, and asked what he thought; but instead of answering me he gaped with his ugly mouth and shouted Land ho! I could have kicked him.
Nay, Olaf; that is not well said, observed Karlsefin, very gravely; if you could have kicked him you would have kicked him. Why did you not do it?
Because he is too big for me, answered the boy promptly.
So, then, thy courage is only sufficient to make thee kick those who are small enough, returned Karlsefin, with a frown. Perhaps if you were as big as he you would be afraid to kick him.
That would not I, retorted Olaf.
It is easy for you to say that, boy, when you know that he would not strike you now, and that there is small chance of your meeting again after you have grown up to prove the truth of what you say. It is mere boasting, Olaf; and, mark me, you will never be a brave man if you begin by being a boastful boy. A truly brave and modest manfor modesty and bravery are wont to consort togethernever says he will strike until he sees it to be right to do so. Sometimes he does not even go the length of speaking at all, but, in any case, having made up his mind to strike, he strikes at once, without more ado, let the consequences be what they will. But in my opinion it is best not to strike at all. Do you know, Olaf; my boy, some of the bravest men I ever knew have never struck a blow since they came to manhood, excepting, of course, when compelled to do so in battle; and then they struck such blows as made shields and helmets fly, and strewed the plain with their foes.
Did these men never boast when they were boys? asked Olaf; with a troubled air.
Karlsefin relaxed into a smile as he said, Only when they were very little boys, and very foolish; but they soon came to see how contemptible it is to threaten and not perform; so they gave up threatening, and when performance came to be necessary they found that threats were needless. Now, Olaf, I want you to be a bold, brave man, and I must lull you through the foolish boasting period as quickly as possible, therefore I tell you these things. Think on them, my boy.
Olaf was evidently much relieved by the concluding remarks. While Karlsefin was speaking he had felt ashamed of himself; because he was filled with admiration of the magnificent skipper, and wanted to stand well in his opinion. It was therefore no small comfort to find that his boasting had been set down to his foolishness, and that there was good reason to hope he might ultimately grow out of it.
But Olaf had much more of the true metal in him than he himself was aware of. Without saying a word about it, he resolved not to wait for the result of this slow process of growth, but to jump, vault, or fly out of the boastful period of life, by hook or by crook, and that without delay. And he succeeded! Not all at once, of course. He had many a slip; but he persevered, and finally got out of it much sooner than would have been the case if he had not taken any trouble to think about the matter, or to try.
Meanwhile, however, he looked somewhat crestfallen. This being observed by the look-out, that worthy was prompted to say Im sure, Olaf; you are welcome to kick me if that will comfort you, but there is no occasion to do so, because I claim not the honour of first seeing the landand if I had known the state of your mind I would willingly have let you give the hail.
You may have been first to discover it at this time, Olaf; said Biarne, turning round after he had made up his mind about it, and no doubt you were, since the look-out admits it; nevertheless this is the land that I discovered twenty years ago. But we shall make it out more certainly in an hour or two if this breeze holds.
The breeze did hold, and soon they were close under the land.
Now am I quite certain of it, said Biarne, as he stood on the poop, surrounded by all his friends, who gazed eagerly at the shore, to which they had approached so close that the rocks and bushes were distinctly visible; that is the very same land which I saw before.