. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. g that same oldquestion, when the fellow pushed back his mug of beer, laid down hispipe and, with a facial contortion which was evidently intended for agenial smile, remarked ■: Kome, now, young fellars, vat you vants mit de captain of dis prigLouise? We dont want anything of you, said Scott. We want CaptainDowning. Veil, you komes good vays afterwards for dot, he replied slowly,drumming on the table. Dree monds ago I sinks my sheep in a pig 146 A LO-YG CHASE. storm, py St. Johns, Newfoundland und me und mine sailors is sho
. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. g that same oldquestion, when the fellow pushed back his mug of beer, laid down hispipe and, with a facial contortion which was evidently intended for agenial smile, remarked ■: Kome, now, young fellars, vat you vants mit de captain of dis prigLouise? We dont want anything of you, said Scott. We want CaptainDowning. Veil, you komes good vays afterwards for dot, he replied slowly,drumming on the table. Dree monds ago I sinks my sheep in a pig 146 A LO-YG CHASE. storm, py St. Johns, Newfoundland und me und mine sailors is shoustvaiting dere for somedings, ven oup komes dis Captain Downing und deprig Louise. Veil, he vants to seel, und I vants to puy. So. Well, where is he and his daughter now ? Roy asked. Veres a flee vat pites me last somer? he replied with a hoarselaugh. I done know. He sheats me like everydings on dis prig, undhe dont sheat me no more, nor no odder Yankee. Cant you tell us which way he went ? Scott asked. O, y-a-a-s ! he drawled, returning to his pipe. He dakes dot. 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 str
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