Schoolmaster Jacobsen was sitting there now with his friend. They
were singing and praying together, I heard from those who had been
down in that direction. Peer's family came in the evening in a
boat, went up to see him, and took leave of him. I heard how
dauntless he was in his confidence that the next day he would be
with God, and how beautifully he talked to his people, and
especially how he begged them to take an affectionate greeting to
his mother, and be good to her as long as she lived. Some said she
had come in the boat with the rest, but would not go up to see
him. That was not true, any more than that some of them were at
the execution the next day, which was also reported.
I wakened the next morning under a weight of apprehension. The
weather had changed and was fair now, but it felt oppressive
nevertheless. No one spoke loud, and people said as little as
possible. I was to be allowed to go with the rest and look on; so
I made haste to find my tutor, whom I had been told not to leave.
The two clergymen came out in their cassocks. We went down to the
landing-place and rowed the first part of the way.
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