第12章 Our Voyage to Iceland(1)

THE hour of departure came at last.The night before,the worthy Mr.

Thompson brought us the most cordial letters of introduction for Baron Trampe,Governor of Iceland,for M.Pictursson,coadjutor to the bishop,and for M.Finsen,mayor of the town of Reykjavik.In return,my uncle nearly crushed his hands,so warmly did he shake them.

On the second of the month,at two in the morning,our precious cargo of luggage was taken on board the good ship Valkyrie.We followed,and were very politely introduced by the captain to a small cabin with two standing bed places,neither very well ventilated nor very comfortable.But in the cause of science men are expected to suffer.

"Well,"and have we a fair wind?"cried my uncle,in his most mellifluous accents.

"An excellent wind!"replied Captain Bjarne;"we shall leave the Sound,going free with all sails set."A few minutes afterwards,the schooner started before the wind,under all the canvas she could carry,and entered the channel.An hour later,the capital of Denmark seemed to sink into the waves,and we were at no great distance from the coast of Elsinore.My uncle was delighted;for myself,moody and dissatisfied,I appeared almost to expect a glimpse of the ghost of Hamlet.

"Sublime madman thought I,"you doubtless would approve our proceedings.You might perhaps even follow us to the center of the earth,there to resolve your eternal doubts."But no ghost or anything else appeared upon the ancient walls.The fact is,the castle is much later than the time of the heroic prince of Denmark.It is now the residence of the keeper of the Strait of the Sound,and through that Sound more than fifteen thousand vessels of all nations pass every year.

The castle of Kronborg soon disappeared in the murky atmosphere,as well as the tower of Helsinborg,which raises its head on the Swedish Bank.And here the schooner began to feel in earnest the breezes of the Kattegat.The Valkyrie was swift enough,but with all sailing boats there is the same uncertainty.Her cargo was coal,furniture,pottery,woolen clothing,and a load of corn.As usual,the crew was small,five Danes doing the whole of the work.

"How long will the voyage last?"asked my uncle.

"Well,"I should think about ten days,"replied the skipper,"unless,indeed,we meet with some northeast gales among the Faroe Islands.""At all events,there will be no very considerable delay,"cried the impatient Professor.

"No,Mr.Hardwigg,"said the captain,"no fear of that.At all events,we shall get there some day."Towards evening the schooner doubled Cape Skagen,the northernmost part of Denmark,crossed the Skagerrak during the night-skirted the extreme point of Norway through the gut of Cape Lindesnes,and then reached the Northern Seas.Two days later we were not far from the coast of Scotland,somewhere near what Danish sailors call Peterhead,and then the Valkyrie stretched out direct for the Faroe Islands,between Orkney and Shetland.Our vessel now felt the full force of the ocean waves,and the wind shifting,we with great difficulty made the Faroe Isles.On the eighth day,the captain made out Myganness,the westernmost of the isles,and from that moment headed direct for Portland,a cape on the southern shores of the singular island for which we were bound.

The voyage offered no incident worthy of record.I bore it very well,but my uncle to his great annoyance,and even shame,was remarkably seasick!This mal de mer troubled him the more that it prevented him from questioning Captain Bjarne as to the subject of Sneffels,as to the means of communication,and the facilities of transport.All these explanations he had to adjourn to the period of his arrival.His time,meanwhile,was spent lying in bed groaning,and dwelling anxiously on the hoped-for termination of the voyage.Ididn't pity him.

On the eleventh day we sighted Cape Portland,over which towered Mount Myrdals Yokul,which,the weather being clear,we made out very readily.The cape itself is nothing but a huge mount of granite standing naked and alone to meet the Atlantic waves.The Valkyrie kept off the coast,steering to the westward.On all sides were to be seen whole "schools"of whales and sharks.After some hours we came in sight of a solitary rock in the ocean,forming a mighty vault,through which the foaming waves poured with intense fury.The islets of Westman appeared to leap from the ocean,being so low in the water as scarcely to be seen until you were right upon them.From that moment the schooner was steered to the westward in order to round Cape Reykjanes,the western point of Iceland.

My uncle,to his great disgust,was unable even to crawl on deck,so heavy a sea was on,and thus lost the first view of the Land of Promise.Forty-eight hours later,after a storm which drove us far to sea under bare poles,we came once more in sight of land,and were boarded by a pilot,who,after three hours of dangerous navigation,brought the schooner safely to an anchor in the bay of Faxa before Reykjavik.

My uncle came out of his cabin pale,haggard,thin,but full of enthusiasm,his eyes dilated with pleasure and satisfaction.Nearly the whole population of the town was on foot to see us land.The fact was,that scarcely any one of them but expected some goods by the periodical vessel.

Professor Hardwigg was in haste to leave his prison,or rather as he called it,his hospital;but before he attempted to do so,he caught hold of my hand,led me to the quarterdeck of the schooner,took my arm with his left hand,and pointed inland with his right,over the northern part of the bay,to where rose a high two-peaked mountain-a double cone covered with eternal snow.

"Behold he whispered in an awe-stricken voice,behold-Mount Sneffels!"Then without further remark,he put his finger to his lips,frowned darkly,and descended into the small boat which awaited us.

I followed,and in a few minutes we stood upon the soil of mysterious Iceland!