Visit to Iceland and the Scandinavian NorthPfeiffer, Ida
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Visit to Iceland and the Scandinavian North
Pfeiffer, Ida
Iceland -- Description and travel; Old Norse poetry -- History and criticism; Scandinavia -- Description and travel
Our departure had been fixed for the 26th of July, and after that day I
scarcely dared to leave my house, being in constant expectation of a
summons on board. Violent storms unfortunately prevented our departure,
and I was not called till the 29th of July, when I had to bid farewell to
Iceland.
This was comparatively easy. Although I had seen many wonderful views,
many new and interesting natural phenomena, I yet longed for my
accustomed fields, in which we do not find magnificent and overpowering
scenes, but lovelier and more cheerful ones. The separation from Herr
Knudson and the family of Bernhoft was more difficult. I owed all the
kindness I had experienced in the island, every good advice and useful
assistance in my travels, only to them. My gratitude to these kind and
good people will not easily fade from my heart.
At noon I was already on board, and had leisure to admire all the gay
flags and streamers with which the French frigate anchoring here had been
decked, to celebrate the anniversary of the July revolution.
I endeavoured to turn my attention as much as possible to exterior
objects, and not to look at our ship, for all that I had involuntarily
seen had not impressed me very favourably. I determined also not to
enter the cabin till we were in the open sea and the pilots had left our
sloop, so that all possibility of return would be gone.
Our crew consisted of captain, steersman, two sailors, and a cabin-boy,
who bore the title of cook; we added that of valet, as he was appointed
to wait on us.
When the pilots had left us, I sought the entrance of the cabin,--the
only, and therefore the common apartment. It consisted of a hole two
feet broad, which gaped at my feet, and in which a perpendicular ladder
of five steps was inserted. I stood before it puzzled to know which
would be the best mode of descent, but knew no other way than to ask our
host the captain. He shewed it me at once, by sitting at the entrance
and letting his feet down. Let the reader imagine such a proceeding with
our long dresses, and, above all, in bad weather, when the ship was
pitched about by storms. But the thought that many other people are
worse off, and can get on, was always the anchor of consolation to which
I held; I argued with myself that I was made of the same stuff as other
human beings, only spoiled and pampered, but that I could bear what they
bore. In consequence of this self-arguing, I sat down at once, tried the
new sliding-ladder, and arrived below in safety.
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