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
As my readers are now acquainted with the varied bill of fare in such a
ship, I will say a few words of the table-linen. This consisted only of
an old sailcloth, which was spread over the table, and looked so dirty
and greasy that I thought it would be much better and more agreeable to
leave the table uncovered. But I soon repented the unwise thought, and
discovered how important this cloth was. One morning I saw our valet
treating a piece of sailcloth quite outrageously: he had spread it upon
the deck, stood upon it, and brushed it clean with the ship's broom. I
recognised our tablecloth by the many spots of dirt and grease, and in
the evening found the table bare. But what was the consequence?
Scarcely had the tea-pot been placed on the table than it began to slip
off; had not the watchful captain quickly caught it, it would have fallen
to the ground and bathed our feet with its contents. Nothing could stand
on the polished table, and I sincerely pitied the captain that he had not
another tablecloth.
My readers will imagine that what I have described would have been quite
sufficient to make my stay in the vessel any thing but agreeable; but I
discovered another circumstance, which even made it alarming. This was
nothing less than that our little vessel was constantly letting in a
considerable quantity of water, which had to be pumped out every few
hours. The captain tried to allay my uneasiness by asserting that every
ship admitted water, and ours only leaked a little more because it was so
old. I was obliged to be content with his explanation, as it was now too
late to think of a change. Fortunately we did not meet with any storms,
and therefore incurred less danger.
Our journey lasted twenty days, during twelve of which we saw no land;
the wind drove us too far east to see the Feroe or the Shetland Isles. I
should have cared less for this, had I seen some of the monsters of the
deep instead, but we met with scarcely any of these amiable animals. I
saw the ray of water which a whale emitted from his nostrils, and which
exactly resembled a fountain; the animal itself was unfortunately too far
from our ship for us to see its body. A shark came a little nearer; it
swam round our vessel for a few moments, so that I could easily look at
him: it must have been from sixteen to eighteen feet long.
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