. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. FISHER WOMEN COMING DOWN THE WHARF. gall, und goes on poard a sdeamer pound for Denmarks, mit my pies-sing und my monish ; y-a-a-s. Scott and Roy returned to the Sncnvbird and set her beak across thewater westward, over the Baltic Sea and into the Gulf of Finland. A LONG CHASE. 147 Their last glimpse of Stockholm was a merry crowd of fisherwomen,barefooted, or in thick wooden shoes, coming singing down the wharves,with their days catch in baskets made of coarse grass. Ill tell you, Roy, Captain Downing has got a head on him
. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. FISHER WOMEN COMING DOWN THE WHARF. gall, und goes on poard a sdeamer pound for Denmarks, mit my pies-sing und my monish ; y-a-a-s. Scott and Roy returned to the Sncnvbird and set her beak across thewater westward, over the Baltic Sea and into the Gulf of Finland. A LONG CHASE. 147 Their last glimpse of Stockholm was a merry crowd of fisherwomen,barefooted, or in thick wooden shoes, coming singing down the wharves,with their days catch in baskets made of coarse grass. Ill tell you, Roy, Captain Downing has got a head on him,said Scott. He was too big aman for codfishing. Here hehas been in Russia for three fullmonths at least, while we havebeen waltzing through the Arc-tics after the shadow of his oldreefer. I wonder what hes beendoing with himself, said Roy. He must have got pretty wellsettled by this time. I thoughtall the time that he was mad,but I guess you were right. Whod have thought of his sell-making a stranger. ing the Louise andshort cut, that way. I reckon factsthan fiction, every time, Scottreplied. And when youre done, if we get him in the end, and it all comes out right, Im not sorrythat even a fools errand took us through the Arctics. Nor I! said Roy, decidedly. OSCAR II., KING OF NORWAY AND SWEDEN. CHAPTER IX. PRISONERS OF THE TZAR. THE Snowbird entered the Gulf of Finland, bounding on with anorthwest wind that was sharp and keen like Greenland. Winterwas coming down upon them in earnest. At mid-day it was still warm, however, and then the fishing smackswere still abundant, dodging about, pointed at stem and stern alike. One, that shot close under the stern of the Snowbird, made Scottsheart beat fast and his cheeks grow red, all because beside the angularold fisherman holding his craft to the wind, sat his daughter, with flaxenhair and clear blue eyes, and a sober, earnest face. She was so muchlike Vera — more like Vera than any one he had ever seen before; yes,Vera, too, was a
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