CONCLUSION OF THE ARCTIC TRIP.
On leaving Onska, we experienced considerable
delay on account of the storm. The roads were
drifted to such an extent that even the ploughs could
not be passed through in many places, and the peasants
were obliged to work with their broad wooden spades.
The sky, however, was wholly clear and of a pure daylight
blue, such as we had not seen for two months.
The sun rode high in the firmament, like a strong healthy
sun again, with some warmth in his beams as they struck
our faces, and the air was all mildness and balm.
It was heavenly, after our Arctic life. The country,
too, boldly undulating, with fir-forested hills, green
and warm in the sunshine, and wild, picturesque valleys
sunk between, shining in their covering of snow, charmed
us completely. Again we saw the soft blue of
the distant ranges as they melted away behind each
other, suggesting space, and light, and warmth.
Give me daylight and sunshine, after all! Our
Arctic trip seems like a long, long night full of
splendid dreams, but yet night and not day.
On the road, we bought a quantity
of the linen handkerchiefs of the country, at prices
varying from twenty-five to forty cents a piece, according
to the size and quality. The bedding, in all the
inns, was of home-made linen, and I do not recollect
an instance where it was not brought out, fresh and
sweet from the press, for us. In this, as in all
other household arrangements, the people are very tidy
and cleanly, though a little deficient as regards
their own persons. Their clothing, however, is
of a healthy substantial character, and the women consult
comfort rather than ornament. Many of them wear
cloth pantaloons under their petticoats, which, therefore,
they are able to gather under their arms in wading
through snow-drifts. I did not see a low-necked
dress or a thin shoe north of Stockholm.
“The damsel who
trips at daybreak
Is shod like a mountaineer.”
Yet a sensible man would sooner take
such a damsel to wife than any delicate Cinderella
of the ball-room. I protest I lose all patience
when I think of the habits of our American women,
especially our country girls. If ever the Saxon
race does deteriorate on our side of the Atlantic,
as some ethnologists anticipate, it will be wholly
their fault.
We stopped for the night at Hornas,
and had a charming ride the next day among the hills
and along the inlets of the Gulf. The same bold,
picturesque scenery, which had appeared so dark and
forbidding to us on our way north, now, under the
spring-like sky, cheered and inspired us. At
the station of Docksta, we found the peasant girls
scrubbing the outer steps, barefooted. At night,
we occupied our old quarters at Weda, on the Angermann
river. The next morning the temperature was 25
deg. above zero, and at noon rose to 39 deg..
It was delightful to travel once more with cap-lappets
turned up, fur collar turned down, face and neck free,
and hands bare. On our second stage we had an
overgrown, insolent boy for postillion, who persisted
in driving slow, and refused to let us pass him.
He finally became impertinent, whereupon Braisted ran
forward and turned his horse out of the road, so that
I could drive past. The boy then seized my horse
by the head; B. pitched him into a snow-bank, and
we took the lead. We had not gone far before we
took the road to Hernosand, through mistake, and afterwards
kept it through spite, thus adding about seven miles
to our day’s journey. A stretch of magnificent
dark-green forests brought us to a narrow strait which
separates the island of Hernosand from the main land.
The ice was already softening, and the upper layer
repeatedly broke through under us.
Hernosand is a pretty town, of about
2000 inhabitants, with a considerable commerce.
It is also the capital of the most northern bishopric
of Sweden. The church, on an eminence above the
town, is, next to that of Skelleftea, the finest we
saw in the north. We took a walk while breakfast
was preparing, and in the space of twenty minutes saw
all there was to be seen. By leaving the regular
road, however, we had incurred a delay of two hours,
which did not add to our amiability. Therefore,
when the postillion, furiously angry now as well as
insolent, came in to threaten us with legal prosecution
in case we did not pay him heavy damages for what
he called an assault, I cut the discussion short by
driving him out of the room, and that was the last
we saw of him. We reached Fjal as the moon rose, a
globe of silver fire in a perfect violet sky.
Two merry boys, who sang and shouted the whole way,
drove us like the wind around the hay to Wifsta.
The moonlight was as bright as the Arctic noonday,
and the snowy landscape flashed and glittered under
its resplendent shower. From the last hill we
saw Sundsvall, which lay beneath us, with its wintry
roofs, like a city of ivory and crystal, shining for
us with the fairy promise of a warm supper and a good
bed.
On the 9th, we drove along the shores
of the magnificent bay of Sundsvall. Six vessels
lay frozen in, at a considerable distance from the
town. Near the southern extremity of the bay,
we passed the village of Svartvik, which, the postillion
informed us, is all owned by one person, who carries
on ship-building. The appearance of the place
justified his statements. The labourers’
houses were mostly new, all built on precisely the
same model, and with an unusual air of comfort and
neatness. In the centre of the village stood a
handsome white church, with a clock tower, and near
it the parsonage and school-house. At the foot
of the slope were the yards, where several vessels
were on the stocks, and a number of sturdy workmen
busy at their several tasks. There was an air
of “associated labour” and the “model
lodging-house” about the whole place, which
was truly refreshing to behold, except a touch of
barren utilitarianism in the cutting away of the graceful
firs left from the forest, and thus depriving the
houses of all shade and ornament. We met many
wood-teams, hauling knees and spars, and were sorely
troubled to get out of their way. Beyond the bay,
the hills of Norrland ceased, sinking into those broad
monotonous undulations which extend nearly all the
way to Stockholm. Gardens with thriving fruit-trees
now began to be more frequent, giving evidence of a
climate where man has a right to live. I doubt
whether it was ever meant that the human race should
settle in any zone so frigid that fruit cannot ripen.
Thenceforth we had the roughest roads
which were ever made upon a foundation of snow.
The increase in travel and in the temperature of the
air, and most of all, the short, loosely-attached sleds
used to support the ship-timber, had worn them into
a succession of holes, channels, and troughs, in and
out of which we thumped from morning till night.
On going down hill, the violent shocks frequently
threw our runners completely into the air, and the
wrench was so great that it was a miracle how the
sled escaped fracture. All the joints, it is true,
began to work apart, and the ash shafts bent in the
most ticklish way; but the rough little conveyance
which had already done us such hard service held out
gallantly to the end. We reached Mo Myskie on
the second night after leaving Sundsvall, and I was
greeted with “Salaam aleikoom, ya Sidi!”
from the jolly old Tripolitan landlord. There
was an unusual amount of travel northward on the following
day, and we were detained at every station, so that
it was nearly midnight before we reached the extortionate
inn at Gefle. The morning dawned with a snow-storm,
but we were within 120 miles of Stockholm, and drove
in the teeth of it to Elfkarleby. The renowned
cascades of the Dal were by no means what I expected,
but it was at least a satisfaction to see living water,
after the silent rivers and fettered rapids of the
North.
The snow was now getting rapidly thinner.
So scant was it on the exposed Upsala plain that we
fully expected being obliged to leave our sleds on
the way. Even before reaching Upsala, our postillions
chose the less-travelled field-roads whenever they
led in the same direction, and beyond that town we
were charged additional post-money for the circuits
we were obliged to make to keep our runners on the
snow. On the evening of the 13th we reached Rotebro,
only fourteen miles from Stockholm, and the next morning,
in splendid sunshine, drove past Haga park and palace,
into the North-Gate, down the long Drottning-gatan,
and up to Kahn’s Hotel, where we presented our
sleds to the valet-de-place, pulled off our
heavy boots, threw aside our furs for the remainder
of the winter, and sat down to read the pile of letters
and papers which Herr Kahn brought us. It was
precisely two months since our departure in December,
and in that time we had performed a journey of 2200
miles, 250 of which were by reindeer, and nearly 500
inside of the Arctic Circle. Our frozen noses
had peeled off, and the new skin showed no signs of
the damage they had sustained so that we
had come out of the fight not only without a scar,
but with a marked increase of robust vitality.
I must confess, however, that, interesting
as was the journey, and happily as we endured its
exposures, I should not wish to make it again.
It is well to see the North, even after the
South; but, as there is no one who visits the tropics
without longing ever after to return again, so, I
imagine, there is no one who, having once seen a winter
inside the Arctic Circle, would ever wish to see another.
In spite of the warm, gorgeous, and ever-changing
play of colour hovering over the path of the unseen
sun, in spite of the dazzling auroral dances and the
magical transfiguration of the forests, the absence
of true daylight and of all signs of warmth and life
exercises at last a depressing influence on the spirits.
The snow, so beautiful while the sunrise setting illumination
lasts, wears a ghastly monotony at all other times,
and the air, so exhilarating, even at the lowest temperature,
becomes an enemy to be kept out, when you know its
terrible power to benumb and destroy. To the
native of a warmer zone, this presence of an unseen
destructive force in nature weighs like a nightmare
upon the mind. The inhabitants of the North also
seem to undergo a species of hibernation, as well as
the animals. Nearly half their time is passed
in sleep; they are silent in comparison with the natives
of the other parts of the world; there is little exuberant
gaiety and cheerfulness, but patience, indifference,
apathy almost. Aspects of nature which appear
to be hostile to man, often develop and bring into
play his best energies, but there are others which
depress and paralyse his powers. I am convinced
that the extreme North, like the Tropics, is unfavourable
to the best mental and physical condition of the human
race. The proper zone of man lies between 30
deg. and 55 deg. North.
To one who has not an unusual capacity
to enjoy the experiences of varied travel, I should
not recommend such a journey. With me, the realization
of a long-cherished desire, the sense of novelty, the
opportunity for contrasting extremes, and the interest
with which the people inspired me, far outweighed
all inconveniences and privations. In fact, I
was not fully aware of the gloom and cold in which
I had lived until we returned far enough southward
to enjoy eight hours of sunshine, and a temperature
above the freezing point. It was a second birth
into a living world. Although we had experienced
little positive suffering from the intense cold, except
on the return from Muoniovara to Haparanda, our bodies
had already accommodated themselves to a low temperature,
and the sudden transition to 30 deg. above zero
came upon us like the warmth of June. My friend,
Dr. Kane, once described to me the comfort he felt
when the mercury rose to 7 deg. below zero, making
it pleasant to be on deck. The circumstance was
then incomprehensible to me, but is now quite plain.
I can also the better realise the terrible sufferings
of himself and his men, exposed to a storm in a temperature
of -47 deg., when the same degree of cold, with
a very light wind, turned my own blood to ice.
Most of our physical sensations are
relative, and the mere enumeration of so many degrees
of heat or cold gives no idea of their effect upon
the system. I should have frozen at home in a
temperature which I found very comfortable in Lapland,
with my solid diet of meat and butter, and my garments
of reindeer. The following is a correct scale
of the physical effect of cold, calculated for the
latitude of 65 deg. to 70 deg. North:
15 deg. above zero Unpleasantly
warm.
Zero Mild and agreeable.
10 deg. below zero Pleasantly fresh
and bracing.
20 deg. below zero Sharp,
but not severely cold. Keep your fingers and
toes in motion, and rub your nose occasionally.
30 deg. below zero Very
cold; take particular care of your nose and extremities:
eat the fattest food, and plenty of it 40 deg.
below Intensely cold; keep awake at
all hazards, muffle up to the eyes, and test your
circulation frequently, that it may not stop somewhere
before you know it.
50 deg. below A struggle for life.
We kept a record of the temperature
from the time we left Sundsvall (De until
our return to Stockholm. As a matter of
interest, I subjoin it, changing the degrees from Reaumur
to Fahrenheit. We tested the thermometer
repeatedly on the way, and found it very generally
reliable, although in extremely low temperature
it showed from one to two degrees more than a spirit
thermometer. The observations were taken at from
9 to 8 A. M., 12 to 2 P. M., and 7 to 11 P. M.,
whenever it was possible.
Morning. Noon. Evening.
December 21 + 6 .. zero.
" 22 + 6 .. 3
" 23 -22 -29 -22
" 24 6 -22 -22
" 25 -35 -38 mer. frozen.
" 26 -30 -24 -31
" 27 (storm) -18 -18 -18
" 28 (storm) zero. zero. zero.
" 29 6 -13 -13
" 30 6 -13 -22
" 31 (storm) 3 + 9 + 9
January 1, 1857 + 3 + 3 + 3
" 2 6 6 6
" 3 -30 -22 -22
" 4 -18 .. -22
" 5 -31 -30 -33
" 6 -20 4 zero.
" 7 + 4 +18 +25
" 8 +18 .. -11
" 9 -28 -44 -44
" 10(storm) 5 .. 2
" 11(storm) 2 zero. 5
" 12, 1857 (storm) 5 4 4
" 13 (storm) + 5 + 5 + 5
" 14 6 -13 6
" 15 8 -13 -33
" 16 9 -10 -11
" 17 (fog) zero. zero. zero.
" 18 -10 -18 -23
" 19 (storm) 3 3 9
" 20 +20 .. + 6
" 21 4 zero. zero.
" 22 + 2 6 -13
" 23 -13 3 -13
" 24 -15 -22 -44
" 25 mer. froz. -50? -42 mer. frozen
" 26 -45 -35 -39
" 27 frozen -47? -45 -35
" 28 frozen -49? -47 -44
" 29 -47? -43 -43
" 30 -27 -11 -35
" 31 -17 -16 7
February 1 zero. 9 -13
" 2 + 2 + 6 zero.
" 3 zero. zero. zero.
" 4 9 zero. 3
" 5 (storm) + 3 + 3 + 3
" 6 +25 +25 +18
" 7 +14 +18 +25
" 8 +25 +39 +22
" 9 + 5 +22 +16
" 10 +25 +37 +37
" 11 +34 +34 +32
" 12 +32 +37 +23
" 13 +16 +30 +21
" 14 +25 +30 +25