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''On board a ship on the North Sea, off the Norwegian coast. Sunset. Stormy weather.''

'', a vigorous old man, with grizzled hair and beard, is standing aft on the poop. He is dressed half sailor-fashion, with a pea-jacket and long boots. His clothing is rather the worse for wear; he himself is weather-beaten, and has a somewhat harder expression. The is standing beside the steersman at the wheel. The crew are forward.''

Look at Hallingskarv in his winter furs;— He's ruffling it, old one, in the evening glow. The Jokel,[1] his brother, stands behind him askew; He's got his green ice-mantle still on his back. The Folgefånn,[1] now, she is mighty fine,— Lying there like a maiden in spotless white. Don't you be madcaps, old boys that you are! Stand where you stand; you're but granite knobs.

Two hands to the wheel, and the lantern aloft!