He did drift nearer and nearer, and at last came so near to one rock that the mast, which was floating by the side of the boat, was lifted up and down the slope of the rock by the waves.

Stiff as all his joints were with sitting and holding on, he yet succeeded by great exertion in climbing up on to the rock, where he hauled up the mast and moored the boat.
The Fin servant-maid who was alone in the house, had thought for a few hours that she heard cries of distress, and as they continued she climbed the hill to look out.

There she saw Bernt upon the rock, and the boat, bottom upwards, rocking up and down against it.

She immediately ran down to the boat-house, launched the old four-oared boat, and rowed it along the shore, round the island, out to him.
Bernt lay ill under her care the whole winter, and did not go fishing that year.

People thought, too, after this that he was now and then a little strange.
He had a horror of the sea, and would never go on it again.