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THE RED BUOY
63
Johnny Blossom, for his part, was quite sure it
was not.
"Well, we’ll take her," said Olaf.
It was a fine little boat. Johnny was captain
and commanded grandly, giving many orders
to the postmaster’s sons — those silly pipestems
from Christiania, who did not know anything.
Oh! there was the big English coal steamer
that had been lying at the wharf several days
unloading coal. Too bad that he had not had
a chance to go on board that steamer! He had
tried to go a number of times, but there was
always one or another grimy sailor who chased
him ashore. Ugh! Englishmen were horrid!
The steamer was unloaded now and would surely
sail tonight.
Farther out rowed the boys. Johnny Blossom
boasted of the ships that sailed from the town,
of the sea, and of the church tower that was the
highest in Scandinavia, and the postmaster’s
boys boasted of the wonders of Christiania; and
everything was very jolly indeed. They rowed
past the big red buoy that lay farthest out — the
buoy that is like an immense red pear floating
and rocking on the water.
"Would you dare sit up on the big red pear?"
asked Olaf.
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