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? ? ? ? 'Well?' I said.

? ? ? ? 'Well?' he queried half petulantly. 'It was not well. I was one of those seeds.'

? ? ? ? He dropped his head to the scale and resumed the copying. I finished my work, and had opened the door to leave, when he spoke to me.

? ? ? ? 'Hump, if you will look on the west coast of the map of Norway you will see an indentation called Romsdal Fiord. I was born within a hundred miles of that stretch of water. But I was not born Norwegian. I am a Dane. My father and mother were Danes, and how they ever came to that bleak bight of land on the west coast I do not know. I never heard. Outside of that, there is nothing mysterious. They were poor people and unlettered. They came of generations of poor, unlettered people- peasants of the sea who sowed their sons on the waves as has been their custom since time began.


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