Had I determined to travel in Sweden merely for pleasure,I should probably have chosen the road to Stockholm,though convinced,by repeated observation,that the manners of a people are best discriminated in the country.The inhabitants of the capital are all of the same genus;for the varieties in the species we must,therefore,search where the habitations of men are so separated as to allow the difference of climate to have its natural effect.And with this difference we are,perhaps,most forcibly struck at the first view,just as we form an estimate of the leading traits of a character at the first glance,of which intimacy afterwards makes us almost lose sight.
As my affairs called me to Stromstad (the frontier town of Sweden)in my way to Norway,I was to pass over,I heard,the most uncultivated part of the country.Still I believe that the grand features of Sweden are the same everywhere,and it is only the grand features that admit of description.There is an individuality in every prospect,which remains in the memory as forcibly depicted as the particular features that have arrested our attention;yet we cannot find words to discriminate that individuality so as to enable a stranger to say,this is the face,that the view.We may amuse by setting the imagination to work;but we cannot store the memory with a fact.
As I wish to give you a general idea of this country,I shall continue in my desultory manner to make such observations and reflections as the circumstances draw forth,without losing time,by endeavouring to arrange them.
Travelling in Sweden is very cheap,and even commodious,if you make but the proper arrangements.Here,as in other parts of the Continent,it is necessary to have your own carriage,and to have a servant who can speak the language,if you are unacquainted with it.
Sometimes a servant who can drive would be found very useful,which was our case,for I travelled in company with two gentlemen,one of whom had a German servant who drove very well.This was all the party;for not intending to make a long stay,I left my little girl behind me.
As the roads are not much frequented,to avoid waiting three or four hours for horses,we sent,as is the constant custom,an avant courier the night before,to order them at every post,and we constantly found them ready.Our first set I jokingly termed requisition horses;but afterwards we had almost always little spirited animals that went on at a round pace.
The roads,making allowance for the ups and downs,are uncommonly good and pleasant.The expense,including the postillions and other incidental things,does not amount to more than a shilling the Swedish mile.
The inns are tolerable;but not liking the rye bread,I found it necessary to furnish myself with some wheaten before I set out.The beds,too,were particularly disagreeable to me.It seemed to me that I was sinking into a grave when I entered them;for,immersed in down placed in a sort of box,I expected to be suffocated before morning.The sleeping between two down beds--they do so even in summer--must be very unwholesome during any season;and I cannot conceive how the people can bear it,especially as the summers are very warm.But warmth they seem not to feel;and,I should think,were afraid of the air,by always keeping their windows shut.In the winter,I am persuaded,I could not exist in rooms thus closed up,with stoves heated in their manner,for they only put wood into them twice a day;and,when the stove is thoroughly heated,they shut the flue,not admitting any air to renew its elasticity,even when the rooms are crowded with company.These stoves are made of earthenware,and often in a form that ornaments an apartment,which is never the case with the heavy iron ones I have seen elsewhere.
Stoves may be economical,but I like a fire,a wood one,in preference;and I am convinced that the current of air which it attracts renders this the best mode of warming rooms.
We arrived early the second evening at a little village called Quistram,where we had determined to pass the night,having been informed that we should not afterwards find a tolerable inn until we reached Stromstad.
Advancing towards Quistram,as the sun was beginning to decline,Iwas particularly impressed by the beauty of the situation.The road was on the declivity of a rocky mountain,slightly covered with a mossy herbage and vagrant firs.At the bottom,a river,straggling amongst the recesses of stone,was hastening forward to the ocean and its grey rocks,of which we had a prospect on the left;whilst on the right it stole peacefully forward into the meadows,losing itself in a thickly-wooded rising ground.As we drew near,the loveliest banks of wild flowers variegated the prospect,and promised to exhale odours to add to the sweetness of the air,the purity of which you could almost see,alas!not smell,for the putrefying herrings,which they use as manure,after the oil has been extracted,spread over the patches of earth,claimed by cultivation,destroyed every other.
It was intolerable,and entered with us into the inn,which was in other respects a charming retreat.
Whilst supper was preparing I crossed the bridge,and strolled by the river,listening to its murmurs.Approaching the bank,the beauty of which had attracted my attention in the carriage,Irecognised many of my old acquaintance growing with great luxuriance.
Seated on it,I could not avoid noting an obvious remark.Sweden appeared to me the country in the world most proper to form the botanist and natural historian;every object seemed to remind me of the creation of things,of the first efforts of sportive nature.
