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Papa’s Globe. 61
over mountains high and valleys deep, and soon
reached the boisterous sea.
“This is the North Sea, and now we leave Sweden
and Norway behind us,” said Axel, who was well
up in geography, since he had associated in the
children’s room with their school-books.
“Qh, look there! What a number of swans there
are floating on the water!” suddenly exclaimed
Anna.
“Those are not swans, stupid! they are the white
cliffs of the coast of England, and now we are sailing
over the Atlantic Ocean,” Axel replied, by way of
enlightening her.
The water roared tremendously, and the two com-
panions lowered themselves on their wings, so that
they might see more closely the huge turbulent
billows. A strong breeze swept over the sea, and
the waves rolled onward, ever tossing their crests
aloft, as if in pride and wrath. Large steamers
crossed in all directions, and their lighted lanterns
glimmered like floating fireflies, and reflected them-
selves fitfully on the dark waves. Numerous vessels
voyaged over the sea, and appeared like gigantic
sea-gulls, when the moon lit upon their white
swelling sails.
“There sails one with a blue and yellow flag.
That is a Swedish vessel, and we might alight on it
and rest a while. A Swedish vessel is, as it were, a
piece of the country afloat,” said Axel; and the next
moment they had both descended on one of the
yards. At the helm stood the steersman, and on the
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