. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. A LONG CHASE. I4I Y-a-a-s, replied the sailor. Tell him that we want to see him at once, said Scott. Y-a-a-s, drawled the sailor, with a pleasant grin, still solemnly-shaking his head. Well, why dont you start ? Roy exclaimed, impatiently stampinghis foot. Seeing thatsomething must bedone, the sailorwithdrew his pipe,shrugged his shoul-ders again, grinnedfrom ear to ear,and still shakinghis head, remarkedapologetically: Me no sabe,sir, me no STREET OF CHRISTIANIA. Well, is thereany one on boardwho does ? Roycried, wh
. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. A LONG CHASE. I4I Y-a-a-s, replied the sailor. Tell him that we want to see him at once, said Scott. Y-a-a-s, drawled the sailor, with a pleasant grin, still solemnly-shaking his head. Well, why dont you start ? Roy exclaimed, impatiently stampinghis foot. Seeing thatsomething must bedone, the sailorwithdrew his pipe,shrugged his shoul-ders again, grinnedfrom ear to ear,and still shakinghis head, remarkedapologetically: Me no sabe,sir, me no STREET OF CHRISTIANIA. Well, is thereany one on boardwho does ? Roycried, while Scott,too impatient tostand still longer,started for thecabin by the pathhe knew so well. As he reachedthe foot of thecompanion-way, hediscovered a burlyred-nosed, weather-beaten fellow,sprawled out there at his ease, smoking a huge pipe and drinking froman enormous mug of beer. I want to see the captain, Scott began without , replied the stalwart seaman, without lifting his eyes.
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