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Boyhood in Norway-Part4_Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen(1848-1895)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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over his ears. He was nearly as broad as he was long, when he

had completed these operations, and descended into the street



where the big double-sleigh (made in the shape of a huge white

swan) was awaiting them. They now called at Ralph's lodgings,



whence he presently emerged in a similar Esquimau costume,

wearing a wolf-skin coat which left nothing visible except the



tip of his nose and the steam of his breath. Then they started

off merrily with jingling bells, and waved a farewell toward many



a window, wherein were friends and acquaintances. They felt in

so jolly a mood, that they could not help shouting their joy in



the face of all the world, and crowing over all poor wretches who

were left to spend the holidays in the city.



II.

Solheim was about twenty miles from the city, and it was nine



o'clock in the evening when the boys arrived there. The moon was

shining brightly, and the Milky Way, with its myriad stars,



looked like a luminous mist across the vault of the sky. The

aurora borealis swept down from the north with white and pink



radiations which flushed the dark blue sky for an instant, and

vanished. The earth was white, as far as the eye could reach



--splendidly, dazzlingly white. And out of the white radiance

rose the great dark pile of masonry called Solheim, with its tall



chimneys and dormer-windows and old-fashioned gables. Round

about stood the tall leafless maples and chestnut-trees,



sparkling with frost and stretching their gaunt arms against the

heavens. The two horses, when they swung up before the great



front-door, were so white with hoar-frost that they looked shaggy

like goats, and no one could tell what was their original color.



Their breath was blown in two vapory columns from their nostrils

and drifted about their heads like steam about a locomotive.



The sleigh-bells had announced the arrival of the guests, and a

great shout of welcome was heard from the hall of the house,



which seemed alive with grownup people and children. Ralph

jumped out of the sleigh, embraced at random half a dozen people,



one of whom was his mother, kissed right and left, protesting

laughingly against being smothered in affection, and finally



managed to introduce his friend, who for the moment was feeling a

trifle lonely.



"Here, father," he cried. "Biceps, this is my father; and,

father, this is my Biceps----"



"What stuff you are talking, boy," his father exclaimed. "How

can this young fellow be your biceps----"



"Well, how can a man keep his senses in such confusion?" said

the son of the house. "This is my friend and classmate, Albert



Grimlund, alias Biceps Grimlund, and the strongest man in the

whole school. Just feel his biceps, mother, and you'll see."



"No, I thank you. I'll take your word for it," replied Mrs.

Hoyer. "As I intend to treat him as a friend of my son should be



treated, I hope he will not feel inclined to give me any proof of

his muscularity."



When, with the aid of the younger children, the travellers had

divested themselves of their various wraps and overcoats, they



were ushered into the old-fashioned sitting-room. In one corner

roared an enormous, many-storied, iron stove. It had a picture



in relief, on one side, of Diana the Huntress, with her nymphs

and baying hounds. In the middle of the room stood a big table,



and in the middle of the table a big lamp, about which the entire

family soon gathered. It was so cosey and homelike that Albert,



before he had been half an hour in the room, felt gratefully the

atmosphere of mutualaffection which pervaded the house. It



amused him particularly to watch the little girls, of whom there

were six, and to observe their profoundadmiration for their big



brother. Every now and then one of them, sidling up to him while

he sat talking, would cautiously touch his ear or a curl of his



hair; and if he deigned to take any notice of her, offering her,

perhaps, a perfunctory kiss, her pride and pleasure were charming



to witness.

Presently the signal was given that supper was ready, and various



savory odors, which escaped, whenever a door was opened, served

to arouse the anticipations of the boys to the highest pitch.



Now, if I did not have so much else to tell you, I should stop




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