A yacht voyageLetters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . them,—little imagining he would take me at myword. Guess then my horror, when I suddenly saw him,with an intrepidity I envied but dared not imitate, first em-brace the mamma, by way of prelude, and then proceed,in the most natural manner possible, to make the sametender advances to the daughter. I confess I remaineddumb with consternation j the room swam round beforeme; I expected the next minute we should be packedneck and crop into the str
A yacht voyageLetters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . them,—little imagining he would take me at myword. Guess then my horror, when I suddenly saw him,with an intrepidity I envied but dared not imitate, first em-brace the mamma, by way of prelude, and then proceed,in the most natural manner possible, to make the sametender advances to the daughter. I confess I remaineddumb with consternation j the room swam round beforeme; I expected the next minute we should be packedneck and crop into the street, and thai the young ladywould have gone off into hysterics. It turned out, how-ever, that such was the very last thing she was thinking of VII.] IVE START. SI doing. With a simple frankness that became her morethan all the boarding-school graces in the world, her eyesdancing with mischief and good humor, she met him halfway, and pouting out two rosy lips, gave him as hearty akiss as it might ever be the good fortune of one of us he-creatures to receive. From that moment I determined toconform for the future to the customs of the Fresh from favors such as these, it was not surprisingwe should start in the highest spirits. With a courtesypeculiar to Iceland, Dr. Hjaltelin, the most jovial of doc-tors,—and another gentleman, insisted on conveying us thefirst dozen miles of our journey ; and as we clattered away 52 LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. [VII. through the wooden streets, I think a merrier party neverset out from Reykjavik. In front scampered the threespare ponies, without bridles, saddles, or any sense ofmoral responsibility, flinging up their heels, biting andneighing like mad things ; then came Sigurdr, now becomeour chief, surrounded by the rest of the cavalcade ; andfinally, at a little distance, plunged in profound mel-ancholy, rode Wilson. Never shall I forget his appear-ance. During the night his head had come partiallystraight, but by way of prec
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