Garman And Worse A Norwegian Novel - Alexander Lange Kielland (best way to read ebooks txt) 📗
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On The Shore Below The Farm Lay The Little Boat Harbour, Sheltered By A
Breakwater Of Heavy Stone.
The Harbour Was Commanded By The Windows Of The Lighthouse, So That
Madeleine Could Always Keep Her Eye On Per'S Boat, Which Was As Familiar
To Her As Their Own Sitting-Room. This Was A Large And Cheerful Room,
And Into Its Corner Was Built The Tower Of The Lighthouse Itself, Which
Was Not Higher Than The Rest Of The Building. The Room Had Thus Two
Windows, One Of Which Looked Out To Sea, While From The Other Was A View
To The Northward Over The Sandy Dunes, Which Were Dotted With Patches Of
Heather And Bent Grass. In The Sitting-Room Madeleine'S Father Had His
Books And Writing-Table, And Last, But Not Least, The Large Telescope.
This Was Made To Turn On Its Stand, So That It Commanded Both The View
To The North And That Out To Sea. Here Also Madeleine Had Her Flowers
And Her Work-Table; And The Tasteful Furniture Which Uncle Garman Had
Ordered From Copenhagen, And Which Was Always A Miracle Of Cheapness To
Her Father, Gave The Room A Bright And Comfortable Appearance.
In The Long Evenings When The Winter Storms Came Driving In On The
Little Lighthouse, Father And Daughter Sat Cosy And Warm Behind The
Shelter Of Their Thick Walls And Closed Shutters, While The Light Fell
In Regular And Well-Defined Rays Over The Billows, Which Raged And
Foamed On The Shore Below. The Ever-Changing Ocean, Which Washed Under
Their Very Windows, Seemed To Give A Freshness To Their Whole Life,
While Its Never-Ceasing Murmur Mingled In Their Conversation And Their
Laughter, And In Her Music.
Madeleine Had Inherited Much Of Her Father'S Lively Nature; But She Had
Also A Kind Of Impetuosity, Which One Of Her Governesses Had Called
Defiance. When She Grew Up She Showed, Therefore, The Stronger Nature Of
The Two, And Her Father, As Was His Wont, Gave Way. He Laughed At His
Little Tyrant, Whose Great Delight Was To Ruffle His Thick Curling Hair.
When, In His Half-Abstracted Way, The Old Gentleman Would Tell Her
Stones Which Threatened To End Unpleasantly, She Would Scold Him Well;
But When, From Some Cause Or Other, He Was Really Displeased With Her,
It Affected Her So Much That The Impression Remained For A Long Time.
Her Nature Was Bright And Joyous, But She Yearned For The Sunshine, And
When Her Father Was Out Of Spirits She Could Not Help Fancying That It
Was Her Fault, And Became Quite Unhappy.
Madeleine Had Also Her Father'S Eyes, Dark And Sparkling, But Otherwise
Her Only Resemblance To Him Lay In Her Slight Figure And Graceful
Carriage. Her Mouth Was Rather Large, And Her Complexion Somewhat Dark.
Chapter 2 Pg 9None Could Deny That She Was An Attractive Girl, But No One Would Have
Called Her Pretty; Some Of The Young Men Had Even Decided That She Was
Plain.
One Fine Afternoon Early In Spring, Per Lay Waiting With His Boat Off
The Point Of The Mole. Silly Hans Was Not With Him, For Both He And
Madeleine Had Agreed That It Was Not Necessary When They Were Going Only
For A Row; And To-Day All There Was To Do Was To Provide The
Lobster-Pots With Fresh Bait For The Night.
One After Another The Fishermen Rowed Out Through The Narrow Entrance.
Each One Had Some Mischievous Joke To Throw On Board Per'S Boat, And
More Than Once The Annoying "Wait" Was Heard. He Began To Lose His
Temper As He Lay On His Oars, Gazing Expectantly Up At The Lighthouse.
But There All Was Still. The Solid Little Building Looked So Quiet And
Well Cared For In The Bright Sunshine, Which Shone On The Polished
Window-Panes And On The Bright Red Top Of The Lantern, Where He Could
See The Lamp-Trimmer Going Round On His Little Gallery, Polishing The
Prisms.
At Last, After What Seemed Endless Waiting, She Came Out On To The
Steps, And In another Moment She Was Across The Yard, Over The Enclosure
Which Belonged To The Lighthouse, Out Through The Little Gate In The
Fence, And Now She Came In Full Career Down The Slope. "Have You Been
Waiting?" She Cried, As She Came On To The Extreme Point Of The
Breakwater. He Was Just Going To Tell Her Not To Jump, But It Was Too
Late; Without Lessening Her Speed, She Had Already Sprung From The Pier
Down Into The Boat. Her Feet Slipped From Her, And She Fell In a Sitting
Posture On The Bottom Of The Boat, While Part Of Her Dress Hung In The
Water.
"Bother The Women!" Cried Per, Who Had Told Her At Least A Hundred Times
Not To Jump; "Now You Have Hurt Yourself."
"No," Answered She.
"Yes, You Have."
"Well, Just A Little," She Replied, Looking Stubbornly At Him As The
Tears Came Into Her Eyes; For She Really Had Bruised Her Leg Severely.
"Let Me See," Said Per.
"No, You Shan'T!" She Answered, Arranging Her Dress Over Her.
Per Began To Make For The Shore.
"What Are You Going To Do?"
"Going To Get Some Brandy To Rub Your Foot."
"That You Certainly Shan'T."
"Well, Then, You Shan'T Go With Me," Answered Per.
"Very Well, Then; Let Me Get Out."
Chapter 2 Pg 10
And Before The Boat Quite Touched The Ground, She Sprang On To The
Shore, Climbed On To The Breakwater, And Went Hurriedly Off Homewards.
She Clenched Her Teeth With The Pain As She Went, But Still Without
Raising Her Eyes From The Ground She Followed The Well-Known Path. As
She Passed In Front Of The Boat-Houses, She Had To Step Over Oars,
Tar-Barrels, Old Swabs, And All Sorts Of Rubbish, Which Was Scattered
Among The Boats. All Around Lay The Claws Of Crabs And The Half-Decayed
Heads Of Codfish, In Which The Gorged And Sleepy Flies Were Crawling In
And Out Of The Eye-Sockets.
She Reached The Lighthouse Without Turning Her Head; She Was Determined
Not To Look Back At Him. At The Top, However, She Was Obliged To Pause
To Get Her Breath; She Surely Might Look And See How Far He Got.
Madeleine Knew That The Other Fishermen Had Had A Long Start, And
Expected, Therefore, To Find Per'S Boat Far Behind, Between The Others
And The Shore. But It Was Not To Be Seen, Neither There Nor In The
Harbour. All At Once Her Eye Caught The Well-Known Craft, Which Was Not,
However, Far Behind, But Almost Level With The Others. Per Must Have
Rowed Like A Madman. She Was Well Able To Estimate The Distance, And
Could Appreciate Such A Feat Of Oarsmanship, And, Entirely Forgetting
Her Pain And That She Was Alone, She Turned Round As If To A Crowd Of
Spectators, And Pointing At The Boats She Said, With Sparkling Eyes,
"Look At Him! That'S The Boy To Row!"
Meanwhile Per Sat In His Boat, Tearing At His Oars Till All Cracked
Again. It Was As Though He Wished To Punish Himself By His Gigantic
Efforts. Her Form Grew Smaller And Smaller As He Rowed Out To Sea, Till
At Length She Was Out Of Sight; But He Had Deserved It All. "Deuce Take
The Women!" And Each Time He Repeated The Words He Sprang To His Oars
And Rowed As If For Bare Life.
The Next Day The Same Lovely Weather Continued, And The Sea Lay As
Smooth As Oil In The Bright Sunshine. An English Lobster-Cutter Was In
The Offing, With Sails Flapping Against The Mast, And The Slack In The
Taut Rigging Could Be Seen As The Craft Heaved Lazily To And Fro On The
Gentle Swell. Madeleine Sat By The Window; She Did Not Care To Go Out.
Her Eye Followed The Lobster-Cutter, Which She Knew Well: It Was The
_Flying Fish_, Captain Crab, Of Hull.
So Per Must Have Been Out With Lobsters That Morning: She Wondered If He
Had Caught Many. Perhaps He Might Have Done Himself Harm By His Efforts
Of Yesterday. She Went Out On To The Slope, And Looked Down Into The
Harbour. Per'S Boat Was There; It Was Quite Likely He Was Not Well.
Suddenly Madeleine Made Up Her Mind To Run Down And Ask A Man Whom She
Saw By The Boat-Houses, But Half-Way Down The Slope She Met Some One Who
Was Coming Upwards. She Could Not Possibly Have Seen Him Sooner, Because
He Was Below Her At The Steepest Part Of The Hill, But Now She
Recognized Him, And Slackened Her Pace.
Per Must Also Have Seen Her, Although He Was Looking Down, For At A Few
Paces From Her He Left The Main Path, And Took One That Was A Little
Lower. When Therefore They Were Alongside Each Other, She Was A Little
Above Him. Per Had A Basket On His Back, And Madeleine Could See There
Was Seaweed In It.
Neither Of Them Spoke, But Both Of Them Felt As If They Were Half
Chapter 2 Pg 11Choking. When He Had Got A Pace Beyond Her, She Turned Round And Asked,
"What Have You Got In The Basket, Per?"
"A Lobster," Answered He, As He Swung The Basket Off His Back And Put It
Down Upon The Path.
"Let Me See It," Said Madeleine.
He Hastily Drew Aside The Seaweed, And Took Out A Gigantic Lobster,
Which Was Flapping Its Broad, Scaly Tail.
"That Is A Splendid Great Lobster!" She Cried.
"Yes, It Isn'T A Bad Un!"
"What Are You Going To Do With It?"
"Ask Your Father If He Would Like To Have It."
"What Do You Want For It?" She Asked, Although She Knew Perfectly Well
That It Was A Present.
"Nothing," Answered Per, Curtly.
"That Is Good Of You, Per."
"Oh, It'S Nothing," He Answered, As He Laid The Seaweed Back In The
Basket; And Now, When The Moment Came To Say Good-Bye, He Said, "How'S
Your Foot?"
"Thanks, All Right. I Got The Brandy."
"Did It Hurt Much?" Asked Per.
"No, Not Very Much."
"I Am Glad You Did That," He Said, As He Ventured To Lift His Eyes To
The Level Of Her Chin.
Now They Really Must Separate, For There Was Nothing More To Be Said,
But Madeleine Could Not Help Thinking That Per Was A Helpless Creature.
"Good-Bye, Per."
"Good-Bye," He Answered, And Both Took A Few Steps Apart.
"Per, Where Are You Going When You Have Been Up With The Lobster?"
"Nowhere Particular," Answered Per.
He Really Was Too Stupid, But All The Same She Turned Round And Called
After Him, "I Am Going To The Sand-Hills On The
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