Fridtiof Nansen, 1861-1893 . as though theyindeed represented the wrath of the Lord. Some one came along the deck whistling a merry tune;it was the light-hearted Petterson, stripped to the waist in the chill evening wind, carryinga basin and a towel and pre-paring to wash the grime of theengine-room off his face andbody. He had been in thePolar Sea before, on board theBertha, so that he was at homein these waters. What asplendidly modelled back !How fine the play of themuscles in his arms ! Yesindeed, such frames as thisseemed built for a tussle withthe darkness and the fog and the cold and th
Fridtiof Nansen, 1861-1893 . as though theyindeed represented the wrath of the Lord. Some one came along the deck whistling a merry tune;it was the light-hearted Petterson, stripped to the waist in the chill evening wind, carryinga basin and a towel and pre-paring to wash the grime of theengine-room off his face andbody. He had been in thePolar Sea before, on board theBertha, so that he was at homein these waters. What asplendidly modelled back !How fine the play of themuscles in his arms ! Yesindeed, such frames as thisseemed built for a tussle withthe darkness and the fog and the cold and the ice. Hiswhole personality was set to a very different air from thatwhich was running in my head. Every line of it seemed tosing: Vaer glad naar faren veierhver evne, som du eier! ^ and from all his comrades around, from the man who stoodat the helm, from those who were stoking the furnace, fromall who now lay sleeping in their bunks, it seemed as thoughthe third line came chiming in triumphantly : Og desto storre seier ! -. PETTERSON Rejoice, when danger puts to the test every faculty you possess.^ And so much greater the victory. ON BOARD THE TRAM 383 I could delay no longer, I must go up to Nansen. Iclambered over boxes and boards, wormed my way betweenbarrels and stacks of dried fisli, and finally, in spite of allobstacles, managed to haul myself up on the bridge. There he still sat in his thin silk waterproof, as he hadsat hour after hour, defying the wind. When he saw me herose and nodded, and said, as though apologising for havingbeen so absorbed in his painting: Ive just finished ! And then, without a pause, Haveyou ever seen such a lovely evening ? Were lucky in ourweather, and no mistake. Its a beautiful countr}-, this of ours, I said. Youmust make haste and come home and have a better look atit!—And now let me see your works of art. I have a whole bundle here, he answered. You shallhave the lot of them to take to Eva. Ah, yes—that was why he had been so busy. Iv
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