Against heavy odds, a tale of Norse heroism, and A fearless trio . death trembled inthe balance. He draws a long breath fromthe bottom of his lungs. I/O Against Heavy Odds. The whale floats ! he cries, in a deliriumof joy. It floats, Sir Robert 1 it floats ! Cheer upon cheer rends the air! Everysailor on board swings his cap, and yells«ith all the might of his lungs. Sir Robertgrabs the young mans hand, and wrings itas if he would wring it off, and gazes at hisradiant face with eyes in which tears of joyglitter. My dear boy, he cries, as soon as hehas found his voice, you have won thebattle, t
Against heavy odds, a tale of Norse heroism, and A fearless trio . death trembled inthe balance. He draws a long breath fromthe bottom of his lungs. I/O Against Heavy Odds. The whale floats ! he cries, in a deliriumof joy. It floats, Sir Robert 1 it floats ! Cheer upon cheer rends the air! Everysailor on board swings his cap, and yells«ith all the might of his lungs. Sir Robertgrabs the young mans hand, and wrings itas if he would wring it off, and gazes at hisradiant face with eyes in which tears of joyglitter. My dear boy, he cries, as soon as hehas found his voice, you have won thebattle, though you fought against heavyodds! Ingomar stares back at Sir Robert andtries to speak; but there is a lump in histhroat, and for a while he cannot utter aword. Sir Robert, he manages at last to stam-mer, it was zvc who fought the battle; itwas we who won the victory, — for withoutyou I should never have seen this day. The chase was at an end. The whale was taken in tow; and slowlyand cautiously the Phcenix began herreturn voyage. It was valuable boot)- she. THE INVENTION IS SUCCE^iSFl L The Day of Triumph. 171 had secured this time! It was the futureof the town of Vardoe, nay, of all Fin-mark, which she dragged after her at therate of three knots an hour. For if the whalecould be towed ashore, then all the parts ofits enormous carcass, which on the oceanmust be wasted, could be utilized. The fleshand bones could be made into fertilizerswhich would enrich the poor soil of Finmarkand make it profitable to cultivate; the blub-ber could be boiled and the oil refined withmodern machinery; much could be saved infreight and in wages of crew, when the voy-age was shortened to as many days as itformerly took months. Ingomar, as he stood on the bridge, steam-ing in his own vessel back to the city of hisbirth, saw his future unfold itself before himin daring visions. With this ship Phcenix,not only his own familys fortunes, but thefortunes of the town, should rise from theirashes. Ju
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