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 ship's company consisted of Herr Knudson, Herr Bruge (a merchant whom
we were to land at the Westmann Islands), the captain, the mate, and six
or seven sailors. Our mode of life in the cabin was as follows: in the
morning, at seven o'clock, we took coffee, but whence this coffee came,
heaven knows! I drank it for eleven days, and could never discover any
thing which might serve as a clue in my attempt to discover the country
of its growth. At ten o'clock we had a meal consisting of bread and
butter and cheese, with cold beef or pork, all excellent dishes for those
in health; the second course of this morning meal was "tea-water." In
Scandinavia, by the way, they never say, "I drink _tea_," the word
"water" is always added: "I drink _tea-water_." Our "tea-water" was, if
possible, worse than its predecessor, the incomparable coffee. Thus I
was beaten at all points; the eatables were too strong for me, the
drinkables too--too--I can find no appropriate epithet--probably too
artificial. I consoled myself with the prospect of dinner; but, alas,
too soon this sweet vision faded into thin air! On the sixth day I made
my first appearance at the covered table, and could not help at once
remarking the cloth which had been spread over it. At the commencement
of our journey it might perhaps have been white; now it was most
certainly no longer of that snowy hue. The continual pitching and
rolling of the ship had caused each dish to set its peculiar stamp upon
the cloth. A sort of wooden network was now laid upon it, in the
interstices of which the plates and glasses were set, and thus secured
from falling. But before placing it on the table, our worthy cabin-boy
took each plate and glass separately, and polished it on a towel which
hung near, and in colour certainly rather resembling the dingy floor of
the cabin than the bight-hued rainbow. This could still have been
endured, but the article in question really did duty _as a towel_ in the
morning, before extending its salutary influence over plates and glasses
for the remainder of the day.
On making discoveries such as these, I would merely turn away my eyes,
and try to think that perhaps _my glass_ and _my plate_ would be more
delicately manipulated, or probably escape altogether; and then I would
turn my whole attention to the expected dishes.
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