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ready up on the railing loosing the
life-boat.
“Karsten! Karsten! Karsten!” I cried.
All at once I saw Ivarsten’s light hair and big
ears over on a bench. He was throwing his
arms about in the air and was frigbtfully
ex-cited. “ This is the way he did,” shouted he;
“ he hung over the railing this way, looking for
the tive crowns.”—It was Mr. Singdahlsen
who had fallen overhoard. Oh, poor Mrs.
Singdahlsen! She cried and called out
unceas-ingly.
“ He is weak in the understanding! ” she
cried, “ and therefore the Lord gave me sense
enough for two—so that I could look after him;
—catch him—catcli him. He will drown
he-fore my very eyes.”
I held Karsten by the jacket as in a vise. I
was going to look after him now. The hoat
was by this time close to Mr. Singdahlsen.
They drew his long figure out of the water and
laid him in the bottom of the hoat. The next
minute they had reached the side of the steamer
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