. From the log of the Velsa. EMIGRANT GIRLS WRITING POSTAL CARDS HOME A DAYS SAIL seconds the whole prospect. The eyes of every-body are strained with looking for distant brooms. Then we are free of the archipelago, and alsothe sky clears. The sun, turning orange, is behindus, and the wind in our teeth. Ahead is a schooner,beating. And she is the schooner of the engine now has the better of her. As we over-take her, she runs away on one tack, and comes backon the next. She bears down on our stern, huge,black, glittering. A man and a boy are all hercrew. This man and this boy are en
. From the log of the Velsa. EMIGRANT GIRLS WRITING POSTAL CARDS HOME A DAYS SAIL seconds the whole prospect. The eyes of every-body are strained with looking for distant brooms. Then we are free of the archipelago, and alsothe sky clears. The sun, turning orange, is behindus, and the wind in our teeth. Ahead is a schooner,beating. And she is the schooner of the engine now has the better of her. As we over-take her, she runs away on one tack, and comes backon the next. She bears down on our stern, huge,black, glittering. A man and a boy are all hercrew. This man and this boy are entitled to becalled mariners, as distinguished from can see their faces plainly as they gaze downat us from their high deck. And you may see justthe same faces on the liners that carry emigrantsfrom Denmark to the West, and the same limbssprawling on the decks of the Esbjerg steamers, asthe same hands scrawl Danish characters on picturepostal cards to the inhabitants of these very islands. The sea is now purple,
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