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(1919) [MARC] Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer
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Both sausage and fancy cakes came up out of
the basket. She looked at me as if she would
like to offer me something, and munched and
munched.

Before long I went down below. When you
were in the saloon the boat shook delightfully;
the hig white lamps that hung from the ceiling
rattled and jingled, and there was such a
charming steamboat smell. Everywhere on
the reddish-brown plush sofas, ladies and
gentlemen with steamer-rugs over them lay
drows-ing. I took a newspaper, for it looked
grown-up to sit reading; but I didn’t want to
read the paper, after all, so I went straight up
on deck again.

But the weather had changed! It was not
anything like so bright as when we started.
There were already little white-capped waves,
and the wind whistled across the deck; and now
the ship began to piunge enough to suit me.

Oh—up—and—down—up—an d—down!

I crept to the verv stern and sat down beside
the flag; for I thought it looked as if the boat

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