Eleven days of weariness on board a vessel not intended for the accommodation of passengers have so exhausted my spirits,to say nothing of the other causes,with which you are already sufficiently acquainted,that it is with some difficulty I adhere to my determination of giving you my observations,as I travel through new scenes,whilst warmed with the impression they have made on me.
The captain,as I mentioned to you,promised to put me on shore at Arendall or Gothenburg in his way to Elsineur,but contrary winds obliged us to pass both places during the night.In the morning,however,after we had lost sight of the entrance of the latter bay,the vessel was becalmed;and the captain,to oblige me,hanging out a signal for a pilot,bore down towards the shore.
My attention was particularly directed to the lighthouse,and you can scarcely imagine with what anxiety I watched two long hours for a boat to emancipate me;still no one appeared.Every cloud that flitted on the horizon was hailed as a liberator,till approaching nearer,like most of the prospects sketched by hope,it dissolved under the eye into disappointment.
Weary of expectation,I then began to converse with the captain on the subject,and from the tenor of the information my questions drew forth I soon concluded that if I waited for a boat I had little chance of getting on shore at this place.Despotism,as is usually the case,I found had here cramped the industry of man.The pilots being paid by the king,and scantily,they will not run into any danger,or even quit their hovels,if they can possibly avoid it,only to fulfil what is termed their duty.How different is it on the English coast,where,in the most stormy weather,boats immediately hail you,brought out by the expectation of extraordinary profit.
Disliking to sail for Elsineur,and still more to lie at anchor or cruise about the coast for several days,I exerted all my rhetoric to prevail on the captain to let me have the ship's boat,and though I added the most forcible of arguments,I for a long the addressed him in vain.
It is a kind of rule at sea not to send out a boat.The captain was a good-natured man;but men with common minds seldom break through general rules.Prudence is ever the resort of weakness,and they rarely go as far as they may in any undertaking who are determined not to go beyond it on any account.If,however,I had some trouble with the captain,I did not lose much time with the sailors,for they,all alacrity,hoisted out the boat the moment I obtained permission,and promised to row me to the lighthouse.
I did not once allow myself to doubt of obtaining a conveyance from thence round the rocks--and then away for Gothenburg--confinement is so unpleasant.
The day was fine,and I enjoyed the water till,approaching the little island,poor Marguerite,whose timidity always acts as a feeler before her adventuring spirit,began to wonder at our not seeing any inhabitants.I did not listen to her.But when,on landing,the same silence prevailed,I caught the alarm,which was not lessened by the sight of two old men whom we forced out of their wretched hut.Scarcely human in their appearance,we with difficulty obtained an intelligible reply to our questions,the result of which was that they had no boat,and were not allowed to quit their post on any pretence.But they informed us that there was at the other side,eight or ten miles over,a pilot's dwelling.
Two guineas tempted the sailors to risk the captain's displeasure,and once more embark to row me over.
The weather was pleasant,and the appearance of the shore so grand that I should have enjoyed the two hours it took to reach it,but for the fatigue which was too visible in the countenances of the sailors,who,instead of uttering a complaint,were,with the thoughtless hilarity peculiar to them,joking about the possibility of the captain's taking advantage of a slight westerly breeze,which was springing up,to sail without them.Yet,in spite of their good humour,I could not help growing uneasy when the shore,receding,as it were,as we advanced,seemed to promise no end to their toil.
This anxiety increased when,turning into the most picturesque bay Iever saw,my eyes sought in vain for the vestige of a human habitation.Before I could determine what step to take in such a dilemma (for I could not bear to think of returning to the ship),the sight of a barge relieved me,and we hastened towards it for information.We were immediately directed to pass some jutting rocks,when we should see a pilot's hut.
There was a solemn silence in this scene which made itself be felt.
The sunbeams that played on the ocean,scarcely ruffled by the lightest breeze,contrasted with the huge dark rocks,that looked like the rude materials of creation forming the barrier of unwrought space,forcibly struck me,but I should not have been sorry if the cottage had not appeared equally tranquil.Approaching a retreat where strangers,especially women,so seldom appeared,I wondered that curiosity did not bring the beings who inhabited it to the windows or door.I did not immediately recollect that men who remain so near the brute creation,as only to exert themselves to find the food necessary to sustain life,have little or no imagination to call forth the curiosity necessary to fructify the faint glimmerings of mind which entitle them to rank as lords of the creation.Had they either they could not contentedly remain rooted in the clods they so indolently cultivate.
Whilst the sailors went to seek for the sluggish inhabitants,these conclusions occurred to me;and,recollecting the extreme fondness which the Parisians ever testify for novelty,their very curiosity appeared to me a proof of the progress they had made in refinement.
Yes,in the art of living--in the art of escaping from the cares which embarrass the first steps towards the attainment of the pleasures of social life.
