ISAAC AND THE PARSON OF BROENOE
In Helgeland there was once a fisherman called Isaac. One day when hewas out halibut fishing he felt something heavy on the lines. He drewup, and, lo! there was a sea-boot.
"That _was_ a rum 'un! " said he, and he sat there a long time lookingat it.
It looked just as if it might be the boot of his brother who had gonedown in the great storm last winter on his way home from fishing.
There was still something _inside_ the boot too, but he durst not lookto see what it was, nor did he exactly know what to do with the sea-booteither.
He didn't want to take it home and frighten his mother, nor did he quitefancy chucking it back into the sea again; so he made up his mind to goto the parson of Broenoe, and beg him to bury it in a Christian way.
"But I can't bury a sea-boot," quoth the parson.
The fellow scratched his head. "Na, na!" said he.
Then he wanted to know how much there ought to be of a human body beforeit could have the benefit of Christian burial.
"That I cannot exactly tell you," said the parson; "a tooth, or afinger, or hair clippings is not enough to read the burial service over.Anyhow, there ought to be so much remaining that one can see that a soulhas been in it. But to read Holy Scripture over a toe or two in asea-boot! Oh, no! that would never do!"
But Isaac watched his opportunity, and managed to get the sea-boot intothe churchyard on the sly, all the same.
And home he went.
It seemed to him that he had done the best he could. It was better,after all, that _something_ of his brother should lie so near God'shouse than that he should have heaved the boot back into the black seaagain.
But, towards autumn, it so happened that, as he lay out among theskerries on the look-out for seals, and the ebb-tide drove masses oftangled seaweed towards him, he fished up a knife-belt and an emptysheath with his oar-blade.
He recognised them at once as his brother's.
The tarred wire covering of the sheath had been loosened and bleached bythe sea; and he remembered quite well how, when his brother had sat andcobbled away at this sheath, he had chatted and argued with him aboutthe leather for his belt which he had taken from an old horse which theyhad lately killed.
They had bought the buckle together over at the storekeeper's on theSaturday, and mother had sold bilberries, and capercailzies, and threepounds of wool. They had got a little tipsy, and had had such fun withthe old fishwife at the headland, who had used a bast-mat for a sail.
So he took the belt away with him, and said nothing about it. It was nogood giving pain to no purpose, thought he.
But the longer the winter lasted the more he bothered himself with oddnotions about what the parson had said. And he knew not what he shoulddo in case he came upon something else, such as another boot, orsomething that a squid, or a fish, or a crab, or a Greenland shark mighthave bitten off. He began to be really afraid of rowing out in the seathere among the skerries.
And yet, for all that, it was as though he were constantly being drawnthither by the hope of finding, perhaps, so much of the remains as mightshow the parson where the soul had been, and so move him to give them aChristian burial.
He took to walking about all by himself in a brown study.
And then, too, he had such nasty dreams.
His door flew open in the middle of the night and let in a coldsea-blast, and it seemed to him as if his brother were limping about theroom, and yelling that he must have his foot again, the Draugs werepulling and twisting him about so.
For hours and hours he stood over his work without laying a hand to it,and blankly staring at the fifth wall[1].
At last he felt as if he were really going out of his wits, because ofthe great responsibility he had taken upon himself by burying the footin the churchyard.
He didn't want to pitch it into the sea again, but it couldn't lie inthe churchyard either.
It was borne in upon him so clearly that his brother could not be amongthe blessed, and he kept going about and thinking of all that might belying and drifting and floating about among the skerries.
So he took it upon himself to dredge there, and lay out by the sea-shorewith ropes and dredging gear. But all that he dredged up was sea-wrack,and weeds, and star-fish, and like rubbish.
One evening as he sat out there by the rocks trying his luck at fishing,and the line with the stone and all the hooks upon it shot down over theboat's side, the last of the hooks caught in one of his eyes, and rightto the bottom went the eye.
There was no use dredging for _that_, and he could see to row home verywell without it.
In the night he lay with a bandage over his eye, wakeful for pain, andhe thought and thought till things looked as black as they could be tohim. Was there ever any one in the world in such a hobble as he?
All at once such an odd thing happened.
He thought he was looking about him, deep down in the sea, and he sawthe fishes flitting and snapping about among the sea-wrack and seaweedsround about the fishing line. They bit at the bait, and wriggled andtried to slip off, first a cod, and then a ling, and then a dog-fish.Last of all, a haddock came and stood still there, and chewed the watera little as if it were tasting before swallowing it.
And he saw there what he couldn't take his eyes off. It looked like theback of a man in leather clothes, with one sleeve caught beneath thegrapnel of a _Femboering_.[2]
Then a heavy white halibut came up and gulped down the hook, and itbecame pitch dark.
"You must let the big halibut slip off again when you pull upto-morrow," something said, "the hook tears my mouth so. 'Tis of no usesearching except in the evening, when the tide in the sound is on theebb."
Next day he went off, and took a piece of a tombstone from thechurchyard to dredge the bottom with; and in the evening, when the tidehad turned, he lay out in the sound again and searched.
Immediately he hauled up the grapnel of a _Femboering_, the hooks ofwhich were clinging to a leather fisherman's jacket, with the remains ofan arm in it.
The fishes had got as much as they could of it out of the leatherjacket.
Off to the parson he rowed straightway.
"What! read the service over a washed-out old leather jacket!" cried theparson of Broenoe.
"I'll throw the sea-boot into the bargain," answered Isaac.
"Waifs and strays and sea salvage should be advertised in the churchporch," thundered the parson.
Then Isaac looked straight into the parson's face.
"The sea-boot has been heavy enough on my conscience," said he; "and I'msure I don't want to be saddled with the leather jacket as well."
"I tell you I don't mean to cast consecrated earth to the winds," saidthe parson; he was getting wroth.
Isaac scratched his head again. "Na, na!" said he.
And with that he had to be content and go home.
But Isaac had neither rest nor repose, there lay such a grievous loadupon him.
In the night time he again saw the big white halibut. It was going roundand round so slowly and sadly in the selfsame circle at the bottom ofthe sea. It was just as if some invisible sort of netting was all roundit, and the whole time it was striving to slip through the meshes.
Isaac lay there, and gazed and gazed till his blind eye ached again.
No sooner was he out dredging next day, and had let down the ropes, thanan ugly heavy squid came up, and spouted up a black jet right in frontof him.
But one evening he let the boat drive, as the current chose to take it,outside the skerries, but within the islands. At last it stopped at acertain spot, as if it were moored fast, and there it grew wondrouslystill; there was not a bird in the air or a sign of life in the sea.
All at once up came a big bubble right in front of the jib, and as itburst he heard a deep heavy sigh.
But Isaac had his own opinion about what he had seen.
"And the parson of Broenoe shall see to the funeral too, or I'll know thereaso
n why," said he.
From henceforth it was bruited abroad that he had second sight, and sawmany things about him which were hid from other folks.
He could tell exactly where the fish were to be found thick together bythe sea-banks, and where they were not; and whenever they asked himabout such things, he would say--
"If I don't know it, my brother does."
Now one day it chanced that the parson of Broenoe had to go out along thecoast on a pious errand, and Isaac was one of them who had to row himthither.
Off they went with a rattling good breeze.
The parson got quickly there, and was not very long about his business,for next day he had to hold divine service in his own parish church.
"The firth seems to me a bit roughish," said he, "and 'tis gettingtowards evening; but as we have come hither, I should think we could getback again also."
They had not got very far on their homeward journey when the rising galebegan to whistle and whine, so that they had to take in four clews[3].
And away they went, with the sea-scud and the snow-flakes flying abouttheir ears, while the waxing rollers rose big as houses.
The parson of Broenoe had never been out in such weather before. Theysailed right into the rollers, and they sailed out again.
Soon it became black night.
The sea shone like mountain snow-fields, and the showers of snow andspray rather waxed than waned.
Isaac had just taken in the fifth clew also when one of the planksamidships gave way, so that the sea foamed in, and the parson of Broenoeand the crew leaped upon the upper deck, and bawled out that the boatwas going down.
"I don't think she'll founder this voyage," said Isaac; and he remainedsitting where he was at the rudder.
But as the moon peeped forth from behind a hail-shower, they saw that astrange foremastman was standing in the scuppers, and baling the waterout of the boat as fast as it poured in.
"I didn't know that I had hired that fellow yonder," said the parson ofBroenoe; "he seems to me to be baling with a sea-boot; and it also seemsto me as if he had neither breeches nor skin upon his legs, and theupper part of him is neither more nor less than an empty flutteringleather jacket."
"Parson has seen him before, I think," said Isaac.
Then the parson of Broenoe grew angry.
"By virtue of my sacred office," said he, "I adjure him to depart fromamidships."
"Na, na!" answered Isaac; "and can parson also answer for the plank thathas burst?"
Then the parson bethought him of the evil case he was in.
"The man seems to me mortally strong, and we have great need of him,"said he; "nor is it any great sin, methinks, to help a servant of God'sover the sea. But I should like to know what he wants in return."
The billows burst, and the blast howled around him.
"Only some two or three shovels of earth on a rotten sea-boot and amouldy skin-jacket," said Isaac.
"If you're able to gad about again here below, I suppose there's nothingagainst your being able to enter into bliss again, for all that I know,"bawled the parson of Broenoe; "and you shall have your shovelfuls of earthinto the bargain."
Just as he said this, the water within the skerries all at once becamequite smooth, and the parson's boat drove high and dry upon thesandbank, so that the mast cracked.
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[1] _I.e.,_ at nothing--a house having usually only four walls.
[2] See "The Fisherman and the Draug."
[3] See "The Fisherman and the Draug."
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