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spoons, smiling maliciously to himself, and looking up at 

 the bunks. He did not make all this racket for nothing. 

 Wisting, then, was the first to respond, and apparently 

 the only one; at any rate, there was not a sign of move- 

 ment in any of the others. 'Good-morning, Fatty!" 

 " Thought you were going to stop there till dinner." 

 This is Lindstrom's greeting. ' Look after yourself, old 

 'un. If I hadn't got you out, you'd have been asleep 

 still." That was paying him in his own coin: Wisting 

 was evidently not to be trifled with. However, they 

 smiled and nodded to each other in a way that showed 

 that there was no harm meant. At last Lindstrom had 

 got rid of the last cup, and brought down the curtain 

 on the act with the dropping of the final spoon. I 

 thought now that he would go back to his work in the 

 kitchen; but it looked as if he had something else to 

 do first. He straightened himself, thrust his chin in 

 the air and put his head back reminding me very 

 forcibly of a young cockerel preparing to crow and 

 roared with the full force of his lungs : Turn out, 

 boys, and look sharp!" Now he had finished his morn- 

 ing duty there. The sleeping-bags seemed suddenly to 

 awake to life, and such remarks as, ' That's a devil of a 

 fellow!" or " Shut up, you old chatterbox!" showed that 

 the inhabitants of Framheim were now awake. Beaming 

 with joy, the cause of the trouble disappeared into the 

 kitchen. 



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