. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. 1 CHRISTIANSAND, A TEMPTING RESTING PLACE. fisher women coming down the wharf ? Their eyes and thoughts werebent upon the brig Louise. Flags of all nations were flying about them, but they did not evennotice that the red, yellow and blue of Sweden floated from the mastheadof the brig. They were watching her deck, and, making the gig fast,they gained that point without delay. A Swedish sailor sat smoking upon a coil of rope. He answeredScotts inquiry for Captain Downing with a shrug of his shoulders, ashake of his head and a
. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. 1 CHRISTIANSAND, A TEMPTING RESTING PLACE. fisher women coming down the wharf ? Their eyes and thoughts werebent upon the brig Louise. Flags of all nations were flying about them, but they did not evennotice that the red, yellow and blue of Sweden floated from the mastheadof the brig. They were watching her deck, and, making the gig fast,they gained that point without delay. A Swedish sailor sat smoking upon a coil of rope. He answeredScotts inquiry for Captain Downing with a shrug of his shoulders, ashake of his head and a long-drawn Y-a-a-s. Is he on board ? said 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 sabe.
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