Part 26 (1/2)
”Let us go and buy another,” remarked my sister in desperation.
”Impossible,” replied our student, who had now joined in the search, ”you might get one in _Helsingfors_, but nowhere else.”
We were in despair. Before evening the whole town had heard of the English ladies' strange loss, and the bathing cap was as much commented upon as though it had been a dynamite bomb.
Confession, they say, is good for the soul. Then let me own my sin. The next day that bathing cap was found--_I had packed it up_!
Wherefore my sister on all inconvenient occasions says--
”Yes, she packed _once_; she put away everything we wanted, and left out everything we had no use for.”
How cruelly frank one's relations are!
Alas! my haunted Castle is restored, and the revels of the ghosts and the goblins are now disturbed by the shrieks and snorts of the modern locomotive.
FOOTNOTES:
[C] A Girl's Ride in Iceland.
[D] Gotstaff is old Finnish for Gustavus.
CHAPTER XII
PUNKAHARJU
Every one we met in Finland told us to make a point of seeing _Punkaharju_, just as strangers in London might be advised to visit the Tower, though in this case the great show was not a historical place, the work of men's hands, but a freak of Nature in one of her most charming moods.
_Punkaharju_ being only a short distance from _Nyslott_, we proceeded thither in a small steamer supposed to start at noon.
By one of those lucky chances that sometimes occur in life, we happened to arrive at the steamer half an hour before the time she was advertised to sail, and were, to say the least of it, barely on board before a whistle sounded, when away we went. We were amazed at this proceeding, and, taking out our watches, discovered it still wanted _twenty_ minutes to the time printed in the newspapers and on the advertis.e.m.e.nt at the bath-house.
It was only another instance showing that punctuality is absolutely considered of no value in Finland, for the steamer actually did start twenty minutes before its appointed hour, and no one then or after made the slightest complaint.
Imagine our Flying Scotchman speeding North even one minute before the advertised hour!
Having been told that _Punkaharju_ was very full during the summer holiday season, we had therefore asked our charming student friend, who preceded us by a day, to kindly engage rooms to await our arrival. What was our surprise when we arrived at the little pier, not only to meet him beaming with smiles as he hurried to say he had secured rooms, but to find a lady who had travelled with us some days before from _Wiborg_ and spoke English well, warmly welcoming us, the while she exclaimed--
”I found the Hotel was so full when I came that I told the landlord rooms would be required to-night, for I did not wish you to be disappointed.”
She was a stranger, and her thoughtfulness was very kind. The plot thickened, however, a moment afterwards, when the Russian General, who had also travelled for a whole day on a steamer with us, arrived in his scarlet-lined uniform, and, saluting profoundly, begged to inform Madame he had taken the liberty of bespeaking rooms ”as the Hotel was very full.”
This was somewhat alarming, and it actually turned out that three suites of rooms had been engaged for us by three different people, each out of the goodness of his heart trying to avoid the dreadful possibility of our being sent away roofless. No wonder our host, thinking such a number of Englishwomen were arriving, had procured the only carriage in the neighbourhood and ordered it and a cart to come down to the pier and await this vast influx of folk. Although the Hotel was not a hundred yards actually from where we stood, everybody insisted on our getting into the little carriage for the honour of the thing, and my sister and I drove off in triumph by a somewhat circuitous route to the Hotel, only to find all our friends and acquaintances there before us, as they had come up the short way by the steps.
Even more strange was the fact that each one of our kind friends had told a certain Judge and his wife of our probable arrival, and promised to introduce the strange English women to them, while, funnily enough, we ourselves bore an introduction from the lady's brother, so, before any of our _compagnons de voyage_ had time to introduce us, we had already made the acquaintance of the Judge and his wife through that gentleman's card. They were all exceedingly kind to us, and we thoroughly enjoyed our short stay among them. Such friendliness is very marked in Finland.
_Punkaharju_ is certainly a strange freak of Nature. Imagine a series of the most queerly-shaped islands all joined together by a natural roadway, for, strange to say, there is a ridge of land sometimes absolutely only the width of the road joining these islands in a connective chain. For about five miles these four or five islands are bound together in this very mysterious manner, so mysterious, in fact, that it seems impossible, as one walks along the roadway, to believe it is nature's freak and not man's hand that has made this extraordinary thoroughfare. It is most beautiful in the wider parts, where, there being more land, the traveller comes upon lovely dells, while the most marvellous mosses and ferns lie under the pine trees, and the flowers are beautiful.