. Stories for the household . kipper. The boy sat at the helm, which he held fast in hishard seamed hands : he was ugly, and his hair was matted, and he lookedcrippled and stunted; he was the field labourers boy, though in thechurch register he was entered as Anne Lisbeths son. _ The wind cut its way through the rigging, and the boat cut throughthe sea. The sail blew out, filled by the wind, and they drove on inwild career. It was rough and wet around and above, and it might Anne Lisbeth. 527 come worse still. Hold! what was that ? what struck there ? whatburst yonder ? what seized the boat ?
. Stories for the household . kipper. The boy sat at the helm, which he held fast in hishard seamed hands : he was ugly, and his hair was matted, and he lookedcrippled and stunted; he was the field labourers boy, though in thechurch register he was entered as Anne Lisbeths son. _ The wind cut its way through the rigging, and the boat cut throughthe sea. The sail blew out, filled by the wind, and they drove on inwild career. It was rough and wet around and above, and it might Anne Lisbeth. 527 come worse still. Hold! what was that ? what struck there ? whatburst yonder ? what seized the boat ? It heeled, and lay on its beamends ! Was it a waterspout ? Was it a heavy sea coming suddenlydown ? The boy at the helm cried out aloud, Heaven help us ! Theboat had struck on a great rock standing up from the depths of the sea,and it sank like an old shoe in a puddle; it sank with man and mouse,as the saying is; and there were mice on board, but only one man anda half, the skipper and the labourers boy. No one saw it but the. ANNE LISBETHS EOT. swimming seagulls, and the fishes down yonder, and even they did notsee it rightly, for they started back in terror when the water rushed intothe ship, and it sank. There it lay scarce a fathom below the surface,and those two were provided for, buried and forgotten ! Only the glasswith the foot of blue wood did not sink, for the wood kept it up; theglass drifted away, to be broken and cast upon the shore—where andwhen ? But, indeed, that is of no consequence. It had served its time,and it had been loved, which Anne Lisbeths boy had not been. But inheaven no soul will be able to say, Never loved ! Anne Lisbeth had lived in the city for many years. She was calledMadame, and felt her dignity, when she remembered the old noble days in which she had driven in the carriage, and had associated withcountesses and baronesses. Her beautiful noble-child was the dearest 528 Stories for the Household. angel, the kindest heart; he had loved her so
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