a story from the sand-hills-第8章
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in three weeks' time to Christiansand in Norway； in her father's ship；
to visit an aunt and to stay there the whole winter。
On the Sunday before she went away they all went to church； to the
Holy Communion。 The church was large and handsome； and had been
built centuries before by Scotchmen and Dutchmen； it stood some little
way out of the town。 It was rather ruinous certainly； and the road
to it was heavy； through deep sand； but the people gladly surmounted
these difficulties to get to the house of God； to sing psalms and to
hear the sermon。 The sand had heaped itself up round the walls of
the church； but the graves were kept free from it。
It was the largest church north of the Limfjorden。 The Virgin
Mary； with a golden crown on her head and the child Jesus in her arms；
stood lifelike on the altar； the holy Apostles had been carved in
the choir； and on the walls there were portraits of the old
burgomasters and councillors of Skjagen； the pulpit was of carved
work。 The sun shone brightly into the church； and its radiance fell on
the polished brass chandelier and on the little ship that hung from
the vaulted roof。
Jurgen felt overcome by a holy； childlike feeling； like that which
possessed him； when； as a boy； he stood in the splendid Spanish
cathedral。 But here the feeling was different； for he felt conscious
of being one of the congregation。
After the sermon followed Holy Communion。 He partook of the
bread and wine； and it so happened that he knelt by the side of Miss
Clara； but his thoughts were so fixed upon heaven and the Holy
Sacrament that he did not notice his neighbour until he rose from
his knees； and then he saw tears rolling down her cheeks。
She left Skjagen and went to Norway two days later。 He remained
behind； and made himself useful on the farm and at the fishery。 He
went out fishing； and in those days fish were more plentiful and
larger than they are now。 The shoals of the mackerel glittered in
the dark nights； and indicated where they were swimming； the
gurnards snarled； and the crabs gave forth pitiful yells when they
were chased； for fish are not so mute as people say。
Every Sunday Jurgen went to church； and when his eyes rested on
the picture of the Virgin Mary over the altar as he sat there； they
often glided away to the spot where they had knelt side by side。
Autumn came； and brought rain and snow with it； the water rose
up right into the town of Skjagen； the sand could not suck it all
in； one had to wade through it or go by boat。 The storms threw
vessel after vessel on the fatal reefs； there were snow…storm and
sand…storms； the sand flew up to the houses； blocking the entrances；
so that people had to creep up through the chimneys； that was
nothing at all remarkable here。 It was pleasant and cheerful
indoors； where peat fuel and fragments of wood from the wrecks
blazed and crackled upon the hearth。 Merchant Bronne read aloud；
from an old chronicle； about Prince Hamlet of Denmark； who had come
over from England； landed near Bovbjerg； and fought a battle； close by
Ramme was his grave； only a few miles from the place where the
eel…breeder lived； hundreds of barrow rose there from the heath；
forming as it were an enormous churchyard。 Merchant Bronne had
himself been at Hamlet's grave； they spoke about old times； and about
their neighbours； the English and the Scotch； and Jurgen sang the air
of 〃The King of England's Son；〃 and of his splendid ship and its
outfit。
〃In the hour of peril when most men fear；
He clasped the bride that he held so dear；
And proved himself the son of a King；
Of his courage and valour let us sing。〃
This verse Jurgen sang with so much feeling that his eyes
beamed； and they were black and sparkling since his infancy。
There was wealth； comfort； and happiness even among the domestic
animals； for they were all well cared for； and well kept。 The
kitchen looked bright with its copper and tin utensils； and white
plates； and from the rafters hung hams； beef； and winter stores in
plenty。 This can still be seen in many rich farms on the west coast of
Jutland： plenty to eat and drink； clean； prettily decorated rooms；
active minds； cheerful tempers； and hospitality can be found there； as
in an Arab's tent。
Jurgen had never spent such a happy time since the famous burial
feast； and yet Miss Clara was absent； except in the thoughts and
memory of all。
In April a ship was to start for Norway； and Jurgen was to sail in
it。 He was full of life and spirits； and looked so sturdy and well
that Dame Bronne said it did her good to see him。
〃And it does one good to look at you also； old wife；〃 said the
merchant。 〃Jurgen has brought fresh life into our winter evenings； and
into you too； mother。 You look younger than ever this year； and seem
well and cheerful。 But then you were once the prettiest girl in
Viborg； and that is saying a great deal； for I have always found the
Viborg girls the prettiest of any。〃
Jurgen said nothing； but he thought of a certain maiden of
Skjagen； whom he was soon to visit。 The ship set sail for
Christiansand in Norway； and as the wind was favourable it soon
arrived there。
One morning merchant Bronne went out to the lighthouse； which
stands a little way out of Old Skjagen； not far from 〃Grenen。〃 The
light was out； and the sun was already high in the heavens； when he
mounted the tower。 The sand…banks extend a whole mile from the
shore； beneath the water； outside these banks； many ships could be
seen that day； and with the aid of his telescope the old man thought
he descried his own ship； the Karen Bronne。 Yes！ certainly； there
she was； sailing homewards with Clara and Jurgen on board。
Clara sat on deck； and saw the sand…hills gradually appearing in
the distance； the church and lighthouse looked like a heron and a swan
rising from the blue waters。 If the wind held good they might reach
home in about an hour。 So near they were to home and all its joys…
so near to death and all its terrors！ A plank in the ship gave way；
and the water rushed in； the crew flew to the pumps； and did their
best to stop the leak。 A signal of distress was hoisted； but they were
still fully a mile from the shore。 Some fishing boats were in sight；
but they were too far off to be of any use。 The wind blew towards
the land； the tide was in their favour； but it was all useless； the
ship could not be saved。
Jurgen threw his right arm round Clara； and pressed her to him。
With what a look she gazed up into his face； as with a prayer to God
for help he breasted the waves； which rushed over the sinking ship！
She uttered a cry； but she felt safe and certain that he would not
leave her to sink。 And in this hour of terror and danger Jurgen felt
as the king's son did； as told in the old song：
〃In the hour of peril when most men fear；
He clasped the bride that he held so dear。〃
How glad he felt that he was a good swimmer！ He worked his way
onward with his feet and one arm； while he held the young girl up
firmly with the other。 He rested on the waves； he trod the water… in
fact； did everything he could think of； in order not to fatigue
himself； and to reserve strength enough to reach land。 He heard
Clara sigh； and felt her shudder convulsively； and he pressed her more
closely to him。 Now and then a wave rolled over them； the current
lifted them； the water； although deep； was so clear that for a
moment he imagined he saw the shoals of mackerel glittering； or
Leviathan himself ready to swallow them。 Now the clouds cast a
shadow over the water； then again came the playing sunbeams； flocks of
loudly screaming birds passed over him； and the plump and lazy wild
ducks which allow themselves to be drifted by the waves rose up
terrified at the sight of the swimmer。 He began to feel his strength
decreasing； but he was only a few cable lengths' distance from the
shore； and help was coming； for a boat was approaching him。 At this
