The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-01-20


HjaImar Hjorth Boyesen. the Norwegian
essayist and novelist. several years oetor@
his death, told me a story or Bernhafu'
which. I'm view of the divine Sarah's posi-
bic appearance here in March. will not De
uninteresting to Indianapolitans- Ii was
on one OF the day steamers on the Enghsn
channel. between Dieppe and Newhaven-
one of those big vessels with no state
rooms. the entire afterpart of the snip De-
ing taken up with the cabin, and WIN
broad divan running around the entire
apartment. cut by hard, round pillows INTO
six-foot lengths. which the unhappy
passengers are supposed to ensconce them
selves when suffering from mal-de-mer.
Bernhard was very sick, said Boyesen,
and the cabin was filled with her lamenta-
tions Most of the other passengers were
in the same condition. so no attention was
paid to her. Her son Maurice, then stu
dent in an English college, was with her,
and he was assduous in his efforts for her
relief Ice, champagne. lemons. soda-he
got them all. but none was of any avail.
AT last. assured that nothing but the worst
could happen, he dropped to his knees De-
side the couch, put his arms around her.
and in voice which filled the cabin eX-
claimed, in accents of woe: "Oh! Made
raoiselle Mamma! Oh, Mademoiselle Mann
MAJ
Boyesen never tired of expatiating on the
beauties of the American Indian names.
Those found in Hiawatha appealed to him
particularly. Zone time" he said, II was
on my way to The Land of Hiawatha,
and had taken my I.ongfellow' with ME.
AS we crossed the Mississippi, going into
Winona, Mimi, was reading the beauti-
full story and rolling the soft syllables,
'We-no-nah, We-no-nah,' as a delicious
n'orsel under my tongue; but just then a
strident-voiced brakeman stuck his head
irto the car and shouted Wy-no-nie, Wy
no-nie.' All the poetry of the name fed at
once"
He told me also of his first visit to Nor
way. after an absence of nearly quarter
of a century 81 returned to my native
land" said he, land after an exile of con-
siderably more than twenty years was land
ed from the steamer at the little town
where my boyhood was passed. During that
time | had heard my native tongue only at
l.
the people would be changed, or If / should
find my old friends again. It was winter.
and the first man saw was the old skee-
runner who had given me my first lessons
in our national sport. I approached him
with intent TO speak. but somehow had to
pause, and pick my words Finally gave
him the customary salutation, and after
he had responded. asked him question
with some difficulty. He answered politely
and then said: You speak our language
very well, sir-for an Englishman.'
XXX
While Boyesen was yet with The Cosmo-
politan. /, with two comrades, published
very small but very ambitious magazine in
one of the larger Eastern cities, and the
Norwegian was contributor to the initial
number. The contribution was an essay of
about twenty-five hundred words in Boye-
sens own hand We struggled with its in
tricacies for several days, for Boyesen's
handwriting was fearfully and wonderfully
constructed. Finally, with many notes and
explanations appended, the MS. was sent
to the printer. The second day after, one
of the boys got telephone call. 1t was the
foreman of the printing house, and this is
what he said: 1--WE can put your explana-
lions In type all right, but the rest of it
will have to be photographed for plate"
We took turns in the composing room for
couple of days, and finally got it set, one
man being engaged on it for nineteen hours
of actual labor. The proof was read and
corrected, and a revise mailed to the author
at New York. He was very good about it.
He called in a stenographer and dictated
vyo ixaJ ut
written copy, with a polite note to the eff
feet that he had burned the proof and the
manuscript We had hit his subject. all
right but the phraseology was very differ
ent from the matter we had in type.
Boyesen was very particular regarding
the pronunciation of his name. ".Hi.,
coming together" he said, must be pro-
nounced as " in young til as IT. My
name, phonetically is 'Yalmar Yort Boye-
SEM All three names are of the earliest
Morse origin, and none but the old Morse
families them or other names like
them. 'Hjalmar' is Spear the chief of
our ancient weapons; Hjorth' is Stag
which was and is the king of our game:
'Boyesen' is Hunter Therefore. I am
Spear, the Stag Hunter though 1 have
done little TO live up to it."
If you get the grip, or if you have it.
there are few things which 1t is profitable
to remember. The most important of these
are: Remain in a well-ventilated house:
keep off the street, especially after night
fall; If you must go on the street. don't
stop to shake hands with your friends:
this may not help your friends any. but il
will save your own lungs and kidneys;
don't take remedies. especially stimulants.
except under medical advice sleep alone
and preserve a good temper. If possible
The symptoms are complicated, but I'M
mistakable. They are: Aching head and
back: feeling of complete exhaustion:
symptoms of a cold, with coughing. sneez-
ing and running of the nose loss of appe-
tite; sometimes constipation. general fever
symptoms. 1t is mistake to suppose that
the grip necessarily develops from a cold
1t is quite as apt to come without
cold