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Cheek by jowl with the haversack lies a cylindrical case of the same
kind of leather, with a strap attached, to sling over the shoulder.
This, perhaps, contains a telescope. It would not be worth mentioning,
save that our prophetic vision sees it coming into use by and by. Not
to analyze too closely, everything in this room speaks of life,
health, and movement. In spite of smallness, bareness, and angularity,
it is fit for a May morning to enter, and expand to full-grown day.
It is now about half past four, and the crisp new sunshine, just above
ground, has clambered over the window-sill, taken a flying leap across
the narrow floor, and is chuckling full in the agreeable face asleep
upon the pillow. The face, feeling the warmth, and conscious, through
its closed eyelids, of the light, presently stretches its eyebrows,
then blinks, and finally yawns,--Ah--h! Thirty-two even, white teeth,
in perfect order; a great, red, healthy tongue, and a round, mellow
roar, the parting remonstrance of the sleepy god, taking flight for
the day. Thereupon a voice, fetched from some profounder source than
the back of the head,--
"Steward! bring me my--Oh! A land-lubber again, am I!"
Mr. Balder Helwyse now sits up in bed, his hair and beard,--which are
extraordinarily luxuriant, and will be treated at greater length
hereafter,--his hair and beard in the wildest confusion. He stares
about him with a pair of well-opened dark eyes, which contrast
strangely with his fair Northern complexion. Next comes a spasmodic
stretching of arms and legs, a whisking of bedclothes, and a solid
thump of two feet upon the floor. Another survey of the room, ending
with a deep breathing in of the fresh air and an appreciative smack of
the lips.
"O nose, eyes, ears, and all my other godlike senses and faculties!
what a sensation is this of Mother Earth at sunrise! Better, seems to
me, than ocean, beloved of my Scandinavian forefathers. Hear those
birds! look at those divine trees, and the tall moist grass round
them! By my head! living is a glorious business!--What, ho! slave,
empty me here that bath-tub, and then ring the bell."
The slave--a handsome, handy fellow, unusually docile, inseparable
from his master, whose life-long bondsman he was, and so much like him
in many ways (owing, perhaps, to the intimacy always subsisting
between the two), that he had more than once been confounded with
him,--this obedient menial--
No! not even for a moment will we mislead our reader. Are we not sworn
confidants? What is he to think, then, of this abrupt introduction,
unheralded, unexplained? Be it at once confessed that Mr. Helwyse
travelled unattended, that there was no slave or other person of any
kind in the room, and that this high-sounding order of his was a mere
ebullition of his peculiar humor.
He was a philosopher, and was in the habit of making many of his
tenets minister to his amusement, when in his more sportive and genial
moods. Not to exhaust his characteristics too early in the story, it
need only be observed here that he held body and soul distinct, and so
far antagonistic that one or the other must be master; furthermore,
that the soul's supremacy was the more desirable. Whether it were also
invariable and uncontested, there will be opportunity to find out
later. Meantime, this dual condition was productive of not a little
harmless entertainment to Mr. Helwyse, at times when persons less
happily organized would become victims of ennui. Be the conditions
what they might, he was never without a companion, whose ways he knew,
and whom he was yet never weary of questioning and studying. No
subject so dull that its different aspects, as viewed from soul and
from body, would not give it piquancy. No question so trivial that its
discussion on material and on spiritual grounds would not lend it
importance. Nor was any enjoyment so keen as not to be enhanced by the
contrast of its physical with its psychical phase.
Waking up, therefore, on this May morning, and being in a charming
humor, he chose to look upon himself as the proprietor of a
body-servant, and to give his orders with patrician imperiousness. The
obedient menial, then,--to resume the thread,--sprang upon the
tub-trunk, whipped off the lid, and discharged the contents upon the
bed in a twinkling. This done, he stepped to the bell-rope, and lent
it a vigorous jerk, soon answered by a brisk tapping at the door.
"Please, sir, did you ring?"
"Indeed I did, my dear. Are you the pretty chambermaid?"
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