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could be expected, \ve had to trudge down to
the wharf; for Father wouldn’t give in.
Mother had to sit on a bench down there, with
meal-sacks all around her; but Karsten and I
and Ola Bugta and the other longshoremen on
the wharf went up on Little Beacon to look for
the steaniboat.
People usually wish for good weather when
they are going to travel; but I wish for a
storm; for to pi unge through the waves, up and
down, must be awfully jolly. And besides, it
is so stupid that I have never been seasick, and
don’t know what it’s like.
“ What kind of weather do you think we’ll
have, Ola Bugta? ” I asked him, up on Little
Beacon.
Ola Bugta took the quid out of his mouth.
“ Oh, it is fine weather outside there.” O dear,
then we should have good weather to-day, too!
Well, at last we saw a faint streak of smoke
far off in the mist. Karsten and I almost
tumbled head over heels down the hili to tell
Mother that now we saw the smoke. Karsten
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