Part 32 (1/2)
Hauke made no reply. The practise of holding seceding conventicles, which at that time was in full swing, had also blossomed out among the Frisians. ”Down-and-out” artisans and schoolmasters dismissed as drunkards played the leading parts, and girls, young and old women, lazy and lonely people went eagerly to the secret meetings at which anybody could play the priest. Of the dikemaster's household Ann Grethe and the servant boy in love with her spent their free evenings there.
To be sure, Elke had not concealed her doubtful opinion of this from Hauke, but he had said that in matters of faith one ought not to interfere with anyone: this could not hurt anybody, and it was better to have them go there than to the inn for whiskey.
So he had let it be, and so he had kept silent even now. But, to be sure, people were not silent about him; the words of his prayer were spread from house to house. He had denied the omnipotence of G.o.d; what was a G.o.d without omnipotence? He was a denier of G.o.d; that affair with the devil's horse may have something in it after all!
Hauke heard nothing of all this; his ears and eyes were open only for his wife in these days, even his child did not exist for him any more.
The old doctor came again, came every day, sometimes twice, then stayed a whole night, again wrote a prescription and Iven Johns swiftly rode with it to the apothecary. But finally the doctor's face grew more cheerful, and he nodded confidentially to the dikemaster: ”She'll pull through. She'll pull through, with G.o.d's help!” And one day--whether it was because his skill had conquered her illness or because in answer to Hauke's prayer G.o.d had been able after all to find a way out of his trouble--when the doctor was alone with the patient, he spoke to her, while his old eyes smiled: ”Lady, now I can safely say to you: to-day the doctor has his gala-day; things looked very darkly for you, but now you belong to us again, to the living!”
Then a flood of light streamed out of her dark eyes; ”Hauke, Hauke, where are you?” she cried, and when, in response to her loud cry, he rushed into the room and to her bed, she flung her arms round his neck: ”Hauke, my husband--saved! I can stay with you!” Then the old doctor pulled his silk handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped his forehead and cheeks with it and nodding left the room.
On the third evening after this day a pious speaker--it was a slippermaker who had once been dismissed by the dikemaster--spoke at the conventicle held at the Dutch tailor's, where he explained to his audience the attributes of G.o.d: ”But he who denies the omnipotence of G.o.d, who says: 'I know Thou canst not as Thou wouldst'--we all know the unhappy man; he weighs like a stone on the community--he has fallen off from G.o.d and seeks the enemy of G.o.d, the friend of sin, as his comforter; for the hand of man has to lean upon some staff. But you--beware of him who prays thus; his prayer is a curse!”
This too was spread from house to house. What is not spread in a small community? And it reached Hauke's ears. He said no word about it, not even to his wife; but sometimes he would embrace her violently and draw her to himself: ”Stay faithful, Elke! Stay faithful to me!” Then her eyes would look up at him full of wonder. ”Faithful to you? To whom else should I be faithful?” After a short while, however, she had understood his words. ”Yes, Hauke, we are faithful to each other; not only because we need each other.” Then each went his and her way to work.
So far all would have been well. But in spite of all the lively work, a loneliness had spread round him, and in his heart nestled a stubbornness and a reserved manner toward other people. Only toward his wife he was always the same, and every evening and every morning he knelt at the cradle of his child as if there he could find the place of his eternal salvation. Toward servants and workmen, however, he grew more severe; the clumsy and careless ones whom he used to instruct with quiet reproaches were now startled by his harsh address, and sometimes Elke had to make things right quietly where he had offended.
When spring came, work on the dike began again. The gap in the western dike line was closed by a temporary dike half-moon shaped on the inside and the same toward the outside, for the protection of the new lock about to be made. And as the lock grew, so the chief dike gradually acquired its height, which could be more and more quickly attained. The work of directing was not any easier for the dikemaster, as in place of Jewe Manners, Ole Peters had stepped in as dike overseer. Hauke had not cared to attempt preventing this, but now in place of the encouraging word and the corresponding friendly slap on the shoulder that he had earned from his wife's old G.o.dfather, he had to cope with the successor's secret hostility and unnecessary objections which had to be thwarted with equally unnecessary reasons. For Ole belonged to the important people, to be sure, but not to the clever ones in dike matters; besides, the ”scribbling hired man” of former days was still in his way.
The brightest sky again spread over sea and marshes, and the enclosed land was once more gay with strong cattle, the bellowing of which from time to time interrupted the widespread calm. Larks sang continually high in the air, but one was not aware of it until for the time of a heartbeat the singing had ceased. No bad weather disturbed the work, and the lock was ready with its unpainted structure of beams before it needed the protection of the temporary dike for even one night; the Lord seemed to favor the new work. Then Elke's eyes would laugh to greet her husband when he came home from the dike on his white horse.
”You did turn into a good animal!” he said, and then patted the horse's smooth neck. But when he saw the child clinging round her neck, Hauke leaped down and let the tiny thing dance in his arms. Then, when the white horse would fix its brown eyes on the child, he would say: ”Come here, you shall have the honor.” And he would place little Wienke--for that was her Christian name--on the saddle and lead the white horse round in a circle on the hill. The old ash tree, too, sometimes had the honor; he would set the child on a swinging bough and let it rock. The mother stood in the house door with laughing eyes. But the child did not laugh; her eyes, between which there was a delicate little nose, looked a little dully into the void, and her little hands did not try to seize the small stick that her father was holding for her to take.
Hauke did not pay attention to this, especially as he knew nothing about such little children. Only Elke, when she saw the bright-eyed girl on the arm of her charwoman, who had been confined at the same time with her, sometimes said with regret: ”Mine isn't as far on as yours yet, Trina.” And the woman, as she shook the chubby boy she held by the hand with brusque love, would cry: ”Yes, madam, children are different; this one here, he stole apples out of my room before he was more than two years old.” And Elke pushed the chubby boy's curls from his eyes, and then secretly pressed her quiet child to her heart.
At the beginning of October, the new lock stood solidly at the west side in the main dike, now closed on both sides. Except for the gaps by the channel, the new dike now sloped all the way round with a gentle profile toward the water and rose above the ordinary high tide by fifteen feet. From the northwestern corner one, could look unhindered past Jevers Island out over the sea. But, to be sure, the winds blew more sharply here; one's hair fluttered, and he who wanted a view from this point had to have his cap securely on his head.
Toward the end of November, when storm and rain had set in, there remained only one gap to close, the one hard by the old dike, at the bottom of which the sea water shot through the channel into the new enclosure. At both sides stood the walls of the dike; now the cleft between them had to vanish. Dry summer weather would have made the work easier; but it had to be done anyway, for a rising storm might endanger the whole work. And Hauke staked everything on accomplis.h.i.+ng the end.
Rain poured down, the wind whistled; but his lean figure on the fiery white horse rose now here, now there out of the black ma.s.ses of people who were busy by the gap, above and below, on the north side of the dike. Now he was seen below beside the dump-carts that already had to go far on the foreland to get the clay; a crowded lot of these had just reached the channel in order to cast off their loads. Through the splas.h.i.+ng of the rain and the roaring of the wind, from time to time sounded the sharp orders of the dikemaster, who wanted to rule here alone to-day. He called the carts according to their numbers and ordered back those that were crowding up. When his ”Stop” sounded, then all work ceased. ”Straw!” Send down a load of straw! he called to those above, and the straw from one of their loads came tumbling down on to the wet clay. Below men jumped about in it and tore it apart and called up to the others that they did not want to be buried. Again new carts came, and Hauke was up on top once more, and looked down from his white horse into the cleft below and watched them shovel and dump their loads. Then he glanced out over the sea. The wind was sharp and he saw how the edge of the water was climbing higher up the dike and that the waves rose still higher. He saw, too, that the men were drenched and could scarcely breathe during their hard work because of the wind which cut off the air right before their mouths and because of the cold rain that was pouring down on them. ”Hold out, men! Hold out!” he shouted down to them. ”Only one foot higher; then it'll be enough for this flood.” And through all the raging of the storm one could hear the noise of the workmen; the splas.h.i.+ng of the ma.s.ses of clay tumbling down, the rattling of the carts and the rustling of the straw let down from above went on unceasingly. In the midst of these noises, now and then, the wailing of a little yellow dog could be heard, which, s.h.i.+vering and forlorn, was knocked about among all the men and teams.
Suddenly a scream of anguish from the little animal rose out of the cleft. Hauke looked down: he had seen the dog hurled down from above.
His face suddenly flushed with rage. ”Stop! Stop!” he shouted down to the carts; for the wet clay was being heaped up unceasingly.
”Why?” a rough voice bawled up from below, ”not on account of the wretched brat of a dog?”
”Stop, I say!” Hauke shouted again; ”bring me the dog! I don't want any crime done with our work.”
But not a hand stirred; only a few spades full of tough clay were still thrown beside the howling animal. Then he spurred his white horse so that it uttered a cry and stormed down the dike, and all gave way before him. ”The dog!” he shouted, ”I want the dog!”
A hand slapped his shoulder gently, as if it were the hand of old Jewe Manners, but when Hauke looked round, he saw that it was only a friend of the old man's. ”Take care, dikemaster!” he whispered to him. ”You have no friends among these people; let this dog business be!”
The wind whistled, the rain splashed, the men had stuck their spades into the ground, some had thrown them away. Hauke bent down to the old man. ”Do you want to hold my horse, Harke Jens?” he asked; and the latter scarcely had the reins in his hand when Hauke had leaped into the cleft and held the little wailing animal in his arms. Almost in the same moment he sat high in his saddle again and galloped back to the dike. He glanced swiftly over the men who stood by the teams. ”Who was it?” he called. ”Who threw down this creature?”
For a moment all was silent, for rage was flas.h.i.+ng from the face of the dikemaster, and they had a superst.i.tious fear of him. Then a muscular fellow stepped down from a team and stood before him. ”I didn't do it, dikemaster,” he said, bit off a piece from his roll of tobacco, and calmly pushed it into his mouth before he went on, ”but he who did it, did right; if your dike is to hold, something alive has to be put into it!”
”Something alive? From what catechism have you learned that?”
”From none, sir!” replied the fellow with a pert laugh: ”our grandfathers knew that, who, I am sure, were as good Christians as you!
A child is still better; if you can't get that, a dog will do!”
”You keep still with your heathen doctrines,” Hauke shouted at him, ”the hole would be stopped up better if you had been thrown into it!”
”Oho!” sounded from a dozen throats, and the dikemaster saw grim faces and clenched fists round him; he saw that these were no friends. The thought of his dike came over him like a sudden fear. What would happen if now all should throw down their spades? As he glanced down he again saw the friend of old Jewe Manners, who walked in and out among the workmen, talked to this one and that one, smiled at one, slapped another on the shoulder with a pleasant air--and one after another took up his spade again. After a few minutes the work was in full swing--What was it that he still wanted? The channel had to be closed and he hid the dog safely in the folds of his cloak. With a sudden decision, he turned his white horse to the next team: ”Let down the straw!” he called despotically, and the teamster obeyed mechanically.