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Three in Norway by Two of Them

Three in Norway by Two of Them - Walter J. Clutterbuck

bookshelves: e-book, gutenberg-project, 3m-bookshelf-challenge, summer-2012, published-1882, victorian, art-forms, teh-brillianz, travel, norway, sport, amusing

Read from August 29 to 30, 2012


Read here: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/36597/...


This travelogue served as an inspiration for Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), a humorous account by Jerome K. Jerome of a boating holiday on the River Thames between Kingston upon Thames and Oxford, which was published in 1889


'Even the title is insane and, to judge from the book, the three men who lived the adventures that two of them went on to write about must have been class-one Nut Jobs. Worse, they were English Nut Jobs. Still worse, they were Victorian English Nut Jobs, brightest stars in the Odd Behaviour Hall of Fame. And finally, but perhaps not surprisingly, at least one of them was an old Etonian.' Paul Watkins - The Fellowship of Ghosts

Opening: ‘Canadian canoes are the only boats that will do’ was our conclusion after a thorough inspection of every existing species of boat, and long consultation with ‘Sambo’ of Eton about a totally new variety, invented but fortunately not patented by one of our number.

Our party consisted of three men, who shall be briefly described here. First, ‘the Skipper,’ so called from his varied experience by land and sea in all parts of the world, but especially in Norway, whither we were now intending to go in search of trout, reindeer, and the picturesque. The Skipper is lank and thin, looking as though he had outgrown his strength in boyhood, and never summoned up pluck enough to recover it again. His high cheek-bones and troubled expression give one the idea of a man who cannot convince himself that life is a success, which xii is perhaps pretty nearly the view he actually takes of existence.

Secondly, ‘Esau,’ who received this name in consequence of the many points in which his character and history resemble that of the patriarch who first rejoiced in it: for our Esau, like his prototype, is ‘a cunning hunter and man of the fjeld;’ and we are sure that if he ever had such a thing as a birthright, he would willingly have sold it for a mess of pottage. Esau is short and joyous, and is one of those people who never indigest anything, but always look and always are in perfect health and spirits. It is annoying to see a man eat things that his fellow-creatures can not without suffering for it afterwards, but Esau invariably does this at dinner, and comes down to breakfast next morning with a provoking colour on his cheek and a hearty appetite. His office in this expedition was that of Paymaster; not because he possessed any qualifications for the post, but because the Skipper had conclusively proved that such employment was too gross and mundane for his ethereal soul, by constantly leaving the purse which contained our united worldly wealth on any spot where he chanced to rest himself, when he and Esau went to spy out the land two years before this.

Lastly, ‘John,’ so called for no better reason than xiii the fact that he had been christened Charles: he had never yet visited the wilds of Scandinavia. John is an Irishman, whose motto in life is ‘dum vivimus vivamus:’ he is tall and straight, with a colossal light moustache. He generally wears his hat slightly tilted forward over his forehead when engaged in conversation; and the set of his clothes and whole deportment convey an idea that he is longing to tell you the most amusing story in the world in confidence. He is no gossip, and the anecdotes of his countrymen, of which he has an inexhaustible supply always ready, are merely imparted to his listeners from philanthropic motives, and because he longs for others to share in the enjoyment which he gleans from their mental dissection.

The general idea of the campaign was that the Skipper and Esau should leave England in the early part of July; fish their way up a string of lakes into the Jotunfjeld, getting there in time for the commencement of the reindeer season; establish a camp somewhere; and then that John, starting a month later, should join, and the three of us sojourn in that land until we were tired thereof. How we accomplished this meritorious design we have tried to relate in the following pages.

I skim-read the hunting passages and happily loved to squeedom the rest, especially the menus and poetry (see 'ode to the last pot of marmalade' page 195)

Favourite line: In the afternoon we took all the male inhabitants of this district, viz. Öla, Ivar, and Andreas, to act as spaniels and retrievers, and went into the fjeld above Gjendesheim for ryper.


" Midnight Study of Stockings at Dalbakken"


"Desperate conflict between Esau and the mosquito"


"August 12.—

We wonder whether our friends in Scotland and Yorkshire have such a day as this: if they have, it is rough on the grouse.


% " About nine o’clock a splendid display of northern lights was produced for our benefit, and we stayed up till twelve o’clock baking bread and gazing at the ever-changing beauties of this glorious sight."